toes curled over cockle-covered rocks
run crimson rivers through sand.
days of quiet rumination are over;
you finally have a plan.

casual goodbyes stood in place
of true and just farewells.
practiced perfectly you tricked them,
with the potency of your spell.

you see waves softly kiss the shore,
the tide gently coaxing you in.
perhaps this time you’ll finally be free,
as you press cold metal to your skin.

wrists bejewelled in garnet drops,
failure ebbs and pools and seeps.
and now you can’t help but start hearing
your mother’s silent weeps.

why is it you that yearns for death,
when others wish you so greatly?
in a world so scared of the mortal coil,
it brushes past it daily.

gannets plunge into icy waters,
emerging with...