November 7, 2016


Last Night …


last night I cut my wrists
both of them, in the dark
off the edge of the bed
where no one could see
that life ebbed out of me
put a blade to my throat too
just for good measure
make sure the job was done
that others had begun

though the blade was flesh
the cut went as deep
as if metal had been used
the act as real, I as dead

pleading that my Saviour
save my life, let me live