Suicide On Ice

My wild thoughts of suicide
are getting out of control,
like a car skidding on ice,
and an inexperienced driver
is in charge of the defiant wheel.

My voice spent too many years
burying secrets,
hiding within my mind,
my prison,
my home -
now it can't even speak.

And I remain spinning on ice,
until the voices in my head stop,
and I crash into life or death.

Saffie
24

5/1/16