Coda

Spring 2009 Senior Thesis Exhibition

Leanne Wilcox

 

black soot caked in every crevice;
dark grease glazed over my gaze,
distorting ambitions, emotions, perspectives…

I was a failure in a costume,
a beggar with a shotgun,
a funeral—inside a joke.

I was too sick to sleep,
too sick to speak,
too sick to care,
too sick to even kill myself,

though the thought consumed me often.

everyday worse than the one before.

I was surely falling—quick,
into a black abyss.

but I have found a place where clocks move without ticks,
and I no longer desire to rip off my flesh.

these twelve steps—saved my life.






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