Metaphor

The gun that is at my head.

It’s a metaphorical gun.

But what isn’t a metaphor,

Is my desire to die.

My need to not exist.

That gun.

It’s a needle

It’s a bottle of pills

It’s a bottle of Jack.

It’s whatever I need to silence the voice.

To silence my thoughts.

Before I silence myself

-Shawna L Ferguson 2016

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