What can you tell me
that I haven't heard?
As if you've wrestled
with Hade's Cerberus
severing its hound-like
heads while I cling fearful
to your un-hemmed skirt.
For those who want desperately
to die, to rush into your
six foot rooms, I want to live
on this side of midnight
beneath a sky the size
of heaven. Put away
your knotted nooses, your yellow
pills, your sharpened knives,
I will live another day content
and empty-handed.
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