Lavender.
That was the last thing I thought
Lavender is rather beautiful to be the last thought of an unsteady, blue lipped corps
It coming back to me now
in fragments
That one afternoon
clouds shifted like gears on a clock
maybe that's what it was
the sky was, a clock
Timing my last hour of life during this seemingly average day
I thought I was ready
I literally thought my life was unlivable
I didn't understand how wrong I was
until I had already swallowed the pills
Lavender scent flooded my nostrils
As my lungs concaved
I saw grey with patches of purple
My irises cracked
my chest halted
I feel to the ground
my last thought
lavender
Lavender is rather beautiful to be the last thought of an unsteady, blue lipped corps