Moonbeams dance to Day’s sad dirge
Wet fingers clutch cold cobalt steel
A shinny silver shell chambered
Blue eyes fade to misty gray
Shadows clothed in fog
Breaths now gasp
A lone flame
Black pupils shrink
Ravens fly to rooftops
She stands, a long slim candle
Silence, face hidden, lifts its veil
Spoken words shatter dark tinted glass
“Is there somebody there? Are you Okay?”
A rapid heartbeat pounds on red flushed ears “Don’t say anything. Don’t say. Don‘t.”
Tears streak down sunken cheeks “Please go away. Please go.”
Weakened knees shiver Just. Let. Me. Die.
You in the alley
I know you are hiding
There is something for you
Out here, away from your darkness
Good news for those who lost their hope
Jesus loves you. Jesus loves you. Jesus loves you.”
Candle brightens; heat, light, smoke cascades slowly, gently.
A black revolver presses against a pulsating temple Somebody loves me? Somebody loves? Love?
Sobs, sniffles, a long deep slow breath Jesus loves me. Loves me. Me.
Death drops to the ground
Blue eyes open, blink I was going to die
Rolled newspapers flying
Strong coffee brews, dripping
Dusty red letter pages flutter in breeze
Black revolver hides in darkness; a closed drawer
A silver shell, a crumpled hand written note lie in trash
Morning sun sings a new song, that wasn’t rehearsed -- until.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Neat! I recommend readers read this at least twice, as there is too much here to catch on one go-through. The visual arrangement demonstrates the shrinking world of the would-be suicide. I'm assuming the voice calling out (expanding) hope might be a policewoman? a Christian voice, anyway. I like this. Well done, SirW!
William, you have captured in writing what is part of the world in which we live, depression taking over. But you have shown the truth, there is hope, and some do listen when a messenger comes. If only all suicide thoughts would end this way. Thank you for caring and sharing, and pointing out so well the need to be there for someone in pain and trouble. Thomas