the right to dieA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
suicide by lips feel the blade's
penetration to the hips shaky knees collapse like the fluttering
heart into repose the victim knows he did this to himself by letting her close and now he lies comatose still reeling with the
feeling deep inside but nobody notices they think he is
sleeping as he lies there still reaping the ignition of the kiss he is grateful he did not miss oh beautiful death. erin-cilberto 5/2/18 © 2018 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on May 5, 2018Last Updated on May 5, 2018 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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