Afterthoughts

Afterthoughts

A Poem by Autumn de Rue

The cold metal on his head
The sharp press on his wrist
The dry swallow of the pills
The rope hanging from the rafters

A loud bang in the night of another lost life
A soft give of the skin and a gush of warm blood
A blurring of tired eyes and a whisper of good-bye
A soft gag of the throat and a soft snap of the neck

Eight seconds of life left before the incoming death
I wonder what his last thoughts will be
Will the last seconds be of regret and pain
Or a morbid relief to be leaving

Will he wonder if they'll miss him
Or hope they know they caused all this

Will he wonder is I go one without him
Or know that I'll be joining him

© 2012 Autumn de Rue


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Added on December 31, 2012
Last Updated on December 31, 2012
Tags: suicide, overtime, thoughts, love

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Autumn de Rue
Autumn de Rue

Omaha, NE



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