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7 Days of Suicide (Free verse) by dragonfly Every Sunday morning,
while the family's at church,
I walk up to the mountain
and climb the tallest peak
and dance with the thought of
somersaulting over the edge.
Every Monday night,
while the family's fast asleep,
stomachs full from tv dinners,
I float down the stairs and
into the kitchen and imagine
sticking my head in our unused oven.
Every Tuesday afternoon,
on my way home from school,
I take a detour and pass
the neighborhood train station
where I toy with the idea
of taking a nap on the tracks.
I doubt I need to say more.
You catch my drift, I'm sure.
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