if Sarah was this nightly ruse
waiting for someone new,
the person we use to know.
then, maybe I would sleep well tonight.
shes not though & never will be,
shes not some triphumant victory
more of a plea for help.
needing that long branch to pull her out
of her own quicksand.
sitting in her home
hiding from PTSD,
they are good friends now.
but, he sometimes thinks its ok
to call up suicide again.
It’s not healthy
it never will be.
Sarah knows this
keeping to herself.
however, she can only shine
when the sun hits her skin.
She chooses to watch Netflix
with a T.V. dinner instead.
