My Dear Suicide Poem by Karina Lakeyeva

Inside your body’s fragile house
Behind the bars of ribs and skin
There is your heart that’s taken vows
To northern winds not to let in;
There are the briery steel flowers
They only sway into your breath;
There are just long and burdensome hours
Of so slowly coming death.

R: My dear suicide
Expecting Charon’s ferry,
Let me stay by your side
And find the sense’s berry.

And now the dawn’s like a vampire,
It’s lapping carpi’s bloody cuts
Because your puples’ darkling fire
Has not to venesection buts.
You’re fetched with death’s approaching sounds,
You’re awesome. And I cannot stop
The running of events. Oh, zounds! -
Cause I’ve already had to pop (off) …

R.