*CW* Suicide

This poet has teeth
of love & arsenic
of ball point pens 
driven into thighs--
this poet has teeth--
this poet's body
is a elegy on repeat--
this poet owns a tombstone--
uses it as a book mark--
this poet's body
is the final resting
place of an apology--
this poet breaks plates
on the kitchen floor--
this poet's body 
has never been
a weapon-- this poet 
says i'm sorry 
to a hand that 
pulled his hair--
this poet learned
to bleach out 
memories till they
turn shiny & gold--
this poet has a
planted seeds in the
tilled rows
of my wrists
this poet is a birthday 
candle--
a mouth full of
dirt road--
take me here-- take 
me handful of sand--
take me suicide
google search--
do you know how
easy it is to 
unscrew a lightbulb?
did you hear me
say I'm the poet with
teeth-- crooked &
un-apologetic--
I'm the kind of broken
bottle you can step on--
step on me
if that's what you want
but my edges don't cut--
i reserve that for
myself-- my edges
slice watermelons
into moons-- chop
river rocks into 
a song--
oh but 
remember I'm the poet
with teeth--
of love & arsenic--
they say mixing bleach
& ammonia seems easy--
a quiet kind no more--
I tattooed a tombstone
on my arm so you
know what I'm carrying
with me--
I'm the poet with 
teeth made out of tombstones--
this isn't a goodbye
this is a forever--
this is a 
elegy on repeat on repeat
on repeat 
this body is a poet
this poet has teeth
bite into me
i bleed