My hand on the car door latch.
by Ellie Watts
I think of opening it and jumping out.
My feet treading across a bridge.
I think of pushing myself over the railing.
My gaze fixed upon the kitchen knife.
I think of stabbing myself in the gut.
My reflection in the broken mirror.
I think of bringing blood to the surface of my wrists.
My hand filled with pills.
I think of taking one too many.
My hair flowing out behind me as i jump
from the edge of the roof.
I think of how long it took me to loose my wings.