Is stabbing myself in the throat a poetic way to die?
Is drowning in a barrel of wine a poetic way to die?
Is having a bullet barricade through my skull a poetic way to die?
What is a poetic death, anyway?
Isn’t the fact that just the heart falls, but the rest of the body follows poetic enough?
Isn’t the fact that my lungs ran out of air to breathe poetic enough?
My heart and lungs drove all the words I had to left to say away,
Isn’t that poetic enough?
--Written by yours truly, XOXO.