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suicide
Jack Henry
i stare back through a cowards mirror
the only pain that’s real
starts right here
a straight edge razor sits on the corner of my renters sink -
basin filled, cool blue water
light bulb dangles from a single wire
painted tile sits cracked
under my feet
roaches scurry from garden corners,
silver fish roar free
across porcelain tides
neighbors upstairs fuck with mad abandon - a gunshot sounds out
on the streets
outside the moon rides nightscape
Saturn spins as Mercury weeps
a preacher at a church
around the corner
makes a deal with satan
a mute man suddenly speaks
black tears fall from my tired eyes
angels cough from too much smoke
my hand trembles
as i make the first cut
but the warmth of dying
carries me home