III
Anna B Savage
Oh no, no. Not again
I’m ill-equipped, I’m just a friend
So I googled what to do
When suicidal friends turn tshe smiled as she told me
She could only sleep
With the image of her gun
Between her teeth
It can’t be his bath I find
With her red tightline
I don’t know, I don’t know what hurts more
When you cry, or lock the bathroom door
Since last time I sleep next to my phone
Text you. No reply. You’re not alone
She smiled as she told me
She could only sleep
With the image of her gun
Between her teeth
It can’t be his bath I find
With her red tightline
She could only sleep
Sleep with the image of her gun
Between her teeth
It can’t be his bath I find
With her red tightline