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december twenty-fifth

by Ava Blu


double-standards mixed with double-edge swords coming at me from every fucking direction
and i'm tired of dodging, i'm tired of dangling and i think i should just sink.

12/25/2008

Posted on 12/26/2008
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/26/08 at 05:30 AM

It probably feels like it's already somewhere around the throat, eh? The metaphor in this is terrific, really well done.

Posted by Anita Mac on 12/26/08 at 06:20 AM

The sinking does sometimes feel like relief.

Posted by Frank Lee on 12/26/08 at 03:47 PM

sink

Posted by JJ Johnson on 03/10/11 at 07:21 PM

This is exactly how I felt the first time I considered suicide. I was 20 and was failing terribly in college, was broke, my girlfriend had just told me she was sleeping with another guy and I was no longer her boyfriend. I was at our lake cottage and had to call her from a phone booth to find this out. After the call I had to walk back to the cottage on a path along the shoreline. There was all that water and I stopped to look at it. I don't know how long I was standing there, but I was thinking how nice it would be to walk into the water and sink away from the world. The only thing that held me back was the weedline that had grown so thick I was afraid of getting tangled up in it and drownding horribly in just a few feet of water. It wasn't the peaceful sort of sinking I had been daydreaming of just moments before. So I went back to the cottage and sat on the porch for hours looking out at the lake. It felt like the swords had already killed me and I was just waiting for my body to realize I was dead. I was dead, on the inside. 28 years later and a dozen more deaths an undead zombie has taken my place. This poem would be right at home in my own library.

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