suicide doesn’t let you off the hook
suicide is an open door
that mourners stare down
a room behind it
I had never known
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suicide is a truth that doesn’t fit
until it has to
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and what comes out of that door
into the four walls we’re in
empties the room
hold still
it lets itself in
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will I see my brother in the morgue
will that be my brother in the morgue
you can have that
we left the morgue in my brother’s company
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death stays
suicide stays
life stays
Croque-Melpomene 