My suicide

My suicide
I thought of dying
Gazing into the black, seductive ice water
So glassy and so tranquil
I thought of dying
But in my place
Deaths bony embrace
Clutched listless children
Gnawed by hunger
Prisoners on death row
Detritus of their own childhoods
Poor Shepard’s gazing blunt toothed animals
On land minded hillsides

I thought of dying
To throw myself away
So much landfill
If it’s no use to me
I could give it
I can holler with my lungs
At injustice
Join hands in protest
At brutality
I realised that I had long been dead
But I could choose instead
To reawaken
And be alive for them

By kayleigh parsons
For all who love me