It’s nothing except red.
A pool of it around.
Above, there’s a shadow.
Below, there’s a body.
I stand above myself.
My parents run into the
bathroom to get ready for
work.
Mom shows up first and stops
abruptly at the door.
I turn and face her, I
try to explain, but she
can’t hear me.
I’m just a ghost, someone
they can’t see.
I turn and look at myself,
the pain and suffering on
my parents’ faces was too
much to bear.
I made a mistake and I
can’t fix it.
The paramedics come, hide
me under a sheet, and take
me away.
My parents stay at the
door, crying.
Now, all I am is an image
of my own death.
