By the time you read this, I’ll be bread.
The baker’s suicide note.
Tag: suicide
Cat
Did the cat know it would die that day it slipped over the neighbour’s fence?
Did it commit suicide because it couldn’t stand living with us anymore?
Transcendence
Do you think those who jump from high places to their death experience something close to transcendence?
Do those brief seconds stretch on forever?
Weekend
Tomorrow at work they’ll ask me what I did on the weekend and I’ll lie and say “you know, just had a bit of fun” or something like that.
The truth is that on the weekend I mocked a few religions, declared a meal “the worst I’ve eaten” though it wasn’t, slept alone, and relaxed my hands on the wheel in yet another reckless game so the car strayed just a little onto the gravel.
Bird Brains
The chicken didn’t ponder long before venturing out into the heavy 5 o’clock traffic on the busiest road in this country town. All she had wanted was to get to the other side to feast on the sack of corn that had flown off of the feed truck, but she had not really considered, as is the way with chickens, that she might get squashed flat by a refrigerated truck on its way to the local Publix to deliver – what else – chickens.
Nevermore
Regret
He studied her face, thinking how beautiful she was, and thought of all the nights he had left her alone, frantic with worry, while he caroused with his friends. After several minutes, he dialed the number, and with tears rolling down his cheeks, said, “I’d like to report a suicide.”
Capital Punishment of the Future
Hitting the window of the time machine, raindrops blurred Charlie’s view of the condemning faces watching him depart, and he felt the flow of the controlling medicing. He knew he would soon stare into his younger, fearful eyes, feel his own cold grasp around his throat, and, paying the price for his crimes, his breath would mingle with old air, fading at last into the darkness of the night’s past.
Engine
A man jumped from the roof today, landing in a spray of cogs and springs and spurting oil.
His engine beat twice more then seized forever.
Take That
When those who were invited began to show up, there sure was a lot of hugging going on. Old doc Cooper hugged her, and tightly too; and Missy Danby, a nurse from two doors down, arrived and hugged her; and Jason Miner the fire chief hugged her so hard that finally they could lift her high enough to loosen the rope from the around her neck.
Inexplicable
I caught his eye just before he jumped in front of the bus; he smiled knowingly and threw me his breifcase. Inside were divorce papers and a woman’s severed hand wearing a beautiful wedding ring.
Over the Edge
Paul grabbed his daughter’s hand just as she was about to fall over the railing. Her deep green sorrowful eyes met his for a moment and then she shook off his grip to let herself go over the edge.
Hell
She had had enough, the mental pain was beyond repair and the darkness suffocated her to the point where only one option remained: the razor carved through her wrists back and forth countless times in frantic pace until blade chipped into bone. The absence of blood was shocking but the more debilitating fact was the predicament sparked the only memory remaining: she was already dead and her own personal hell was far worse then her living one and though the blood had dried up the tears did not.
Ex-girlfriends
“How are your ex-girlfriends doing?” ask my friends innocently. “They all committed suicide shortly after they left me.” I answer.
Cold Hearted
I sat there crying in the corner. She called a friend to comfort me, but the feel of cold metal piercing through my heart seemed more comforting.
My Husband
My husband decided that we needed to improve our sex life, and then, he blew his brains out with his .45. He was right – our sex life improved drastically!
My Husband
My husband decided that we needed to improve our sex life, and then, he blew his brains out with his .45. He was right – our sex life improved drastically!
The Ledge
I spent my entire life wishing for things to be better, begging and pleading to feel normal, to smile and to feel loved.
The air gently graced my skin as I peered out of the window and saw bustling metropolis far below. It was only when my stomach re-adjusted to the inertia that I made my final wish: “I wish I hadn’t jumped”
Memories
Most people remember the bright blood stains on the wall. I only remember his laughter, crisp, loud, a beautiful piercing sound-rainbow.
Suicide Note
I ain’t never killed a man who wasn’t in need of the killin’.
That said, I figure I only got just abut this one job left.
Livin’ La Vida
It isn’t so much that I always wake up with a hangover and blacked out from a hard night of drinks and drugs that bothers me.
It’s that I always wake up.