Em I Ess Ess I Ess Ess I PiPi I (Failed Suicide)
Attempted, the way suicide should always go.
A banjo trying to be a cello
with her feet
on the concrete
A swinging light bulb
trying to be a Japanese lantern
Her dress hissing around her thighs
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A pale peach color in pink twilight
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Untying the brown band in her hair
letting it whip
a lovely trip
To the bottom of the lake
she can sink so dramatically
The colors tell her a pretty lie
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As gorgeous as the red in the sky
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Falling like a little peach star
with no ugly concrete
beneath her pretty feet
Water in her ears, sand in her mouth
so very unstaged and wrong
It was a worthless little trip
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The fish slipping over her lip
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What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.