I slit my veins

Black blood drains

Licking my wrist with my tongue

Freed from chains

From which my body strains

A weakening of my lungs

Freed from pain

These bodily remains

Feeling only like I’ve been stung

Freed from an idle brain

My epitaph explains,

“Upon her every word, he hung.”

Written on 5/27/2022

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