Within the act of a suicide's escape.
That silence is the comfort that is but a feathered bed embrace.
As we ascend beyond that realm that only brought you pain.
In the secrets that are only whispered from fools whose hidden agenda
is but a service to their pocket or stained sheets bed.
Can we not choose to expel one's own flame?
Or is our fate's destination, orchestrated by invisible forces?
Are there many, or but one?
The mother's proverbial womb cast aside
to the ever-frail male ego's dominance?
Does this escape make damnation concrete?
We walk now between the worlds a beautiful imbalance.
Does the denial of light's ignorance tempt you?
Pale is the beautiful face of the soon-to-be flower's transition
to the soon-to-be corpse.
To step beyond the chains of the mortal coil.
Is there not beauty even within death?
Behind the veil, is where all the answers truly reside.
JPR, is a Southern Gothic writer his work has been published in Fixator Press, Horror Sleaze Trash, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Disturb The Universe, Fearless Poetry Zine, Spill The Words Press, and The Dope Fiend Daily.
His work is often dark and always unfiltered.
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