Skulls

Young woman considers suicide when she is jilted by her boyfried.

SKULLS 

Skulls adorning a landscape of hills

Teetering beside chasms

Cut brown into green softness.

In the foreground, a folding of green

like my green crumpled dress

which I wore

when I went out with Robbie

who doesn't want me anymore. 

I thought of the skulls

And how one day I'd be one. 

Why wait fifty years? 

They are flying above me

Against the skyline

Like balloons of methane gas.

I want to be up there with them

looking down on my desolate world. 

Laurel Lamperd

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