Wondering—
Am (I) suicidal
or just a little;
sad?

Here comes
the summer.

The taste—
like glittering candy,
sweetness on your tongue,
salty on my body,
past the expiration date.

Another misstep.
Alabaster explodes
All over the front yard.

No escape.
A door—
another shackle.
Paint it pink.
another funeral.
Open a door,
fall face first
Into your own; grave.

Get high—
performing
In a smoky room.
But the note was off-key

Here comes
the self-loathing

You envy me?
envy the self-destruction...
envy the numbness...
envy the—

Don’t know.
Should (my sad); evaluate?
(I) already swallow enough—
I can(’t). I can(’t). I...
What’s one more pill?

Somewhere; between
punishment and pleasure
lies; desperation
to alleviate

just a little
Suicidal?
Sad