April 12, 2016

“Me in my apron. Me tying a rope around my neck. Me slitting my wrists and walking about the house with the blood dripping. Me not wanting to speak. Me going to the window and looking outside, which was dark and unmoving. Me pulling at my clothing. Me going to the stairs and flinging myself onto the landing. Me screaming all night, then not remembering having made the sounds. Me frantic. Me inhaling the oven. Me going numb. Me lying face-down in the bathtub Me blue in the face. Me kissing the mirror…”


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