“Do you know why I
don’t think dying
is a bad idea?”
You stare at me, not wanting
to hear the answer.
“You can take a break, then,
maybe. You won’t have to
apologize for disappearing for
days, for having your phone
turned off.
You can have death all for yourself,
forever,
no deadline.”
Dying will be
quick and calm,
like falling asleep to oxycodones
and your voice.
