Three Ways I Would Rather Die

December 22, 2013
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In blue, cascading death.
To sputter out a last breath
in ocean depths.
With cold, salted fingers
into my lungs.
Surface breaching:
belly up.

In a final, ravenous fit.
To grip my stomach, teeth, and grit
in starvation.
Monsters brawling in my gut
at my bones.
Drool dripping, halogen tripping:
eyes wide.

In the kiss of a windy sky.
To imagine wings, my concluding lie
in regal heights.
Like an eagle's solemn ceremony

at the hand of gravity.
Bird-like enchanting, thrilling:
last landing.

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