Silver to Red

Silver to red

Silver to red

Staring at the wrist that bled

A day to fast

A night to cry

Looking up to the sky asking God, “Why?”

Black, purple and blue

The colors of your newest bruise

A knot here

A knot there

Nobody will notice, nobody will care.

A pill on your left

A pill on your right

Soon you’ll be in heaven, taking flight

Finger and thumb

Gun and Bullet

Becoming numb, you finally pull it.

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