The quiet terror of being aliveA Poem by Marina N. LovrićMy latest work , I'll probably change this a lot but here it is for now
Marina ,
I told myself , I'm ready to leave , this twisted existence is not where I belong I've always went the easy way through life so that's why my last words to this world ; will be merely a farewell because not any letter can make it easier for you , when you find me like this in October I've been half dead and rotten since I was ten ; that one day , every July I wished I was dead , noone ever knew so we would all always laugh , but that one person in the room , would later cry herself to sleep Never have I deserved the gift of life , so I'll be deep beneath the earth , buried in the dirt by October ; I no longer contribute to this world While you were gone I became a poet , they told me I write so beautifully because my mind must be a terrible place to dwell and for the first time they were right Forgive me if I die , I'm only sorry for leaving you in solitude ; I'll probably end up in a land somewhere far from where you will go when you die , too since I haven't announced myself coming and I might not be welcome and if I do must die by this October night , know that my life's best part was your life , my love What would you have done ; if you had seen that I'll be dead by the age of nineteen? I'll put on my lipstick and dress nice for Death ; they all asked me why am I all dressed up with nowhere to go as I walked out the door Tears were falling down my cleavage , I seduced Death , he couldn't resist the blood on my lips ; I got him on his knees , pleasing me and pulling my hand , I turned around and smiled , but I was always too sober to do it I should drink a few more glasses of wine , it'll help end the suffering quicker , and the choice I made was only mine , women like me never last long in this world I've always liked choking anyway ; the rope was waiting for me but I was brushing my hair , racing with the time I will end this , finally I decide I smiled ; depression had lost , but I've broken my chains quite late and life was the cost © 2019 Marina N. Lovrić |
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