DEATH Leave it to me To think so deeply. Words come and go; Breathe them in. Write them out. With a click of the pen I slit my wrists To bleed out my creativity. I murdered notebook sheets with a smooth rich ink. In this emotional suicide I gave my life so that my words could breathe and tell my story. Life exists among this bloody calligraphy. They found my body suffocated by my soul: an empty pen that gave its life so that my words could merely exist.