47. Of Flower Girls & Suicide

a ribbon & a blade
in the same pocket
of intent.

intent screams
out through
your back pocket,
but dare you
sit on it? dare you
ignore the cries
of the silk white ribbon
& the rusty blade,
wailing to be tied
around your wrist &
break skin?
soak the thread
& eat the blade?

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