Dead Man's Point

By Kendall Aufmuth


The truth is like swallowing sand
while the sun gets engulfed by the moon.
Death seeps into my bones and leaks
through my veins-
pushing the blade a little harder as I sit on
the edge of everything.
I tend to the voices in my head by carefully
shutting them all away.
I’m drunk on the illusion of hope
and stumble on the
misconception that life is worth living.
My shoulder sink
as stray tears intertwined with
the earth. My mind
grew heavy reminiscing with
memories that would soon be abandoned.
I’m a book:
spine broken, laying face down,
a quarter of the way through what used
to be my
favorite story.
I turn into a paraplegic
as the world becomes blurred in the distant
memory.