How to Die
Turn off the television
Pull closed the curtains
Let their fabric touch
Make the lights low
Go ahead, and run a bath
Then select a sharp razor
Now it would be prudent
To forgo communication
Pull the phones from the wall
You don’t want to be disturbed
So cut the wires, all of them
To test the blade
Don’t forget current can kill
Stir the water in the bath a few times
Then unplug five more things
Next go look at that picture
Of the woman you still love, see her
One more last time
You keep it under your bed in a box, remember?
It’s in with some letters that she once gave you
And a pair of her knickers
It’ll spur you on, I promise
Think about how the two of you used to fuck, then
Remember her lies
Like when she once told you
That all those times she said, she loved you
She never really meant it
She wasn’t even thinking of you
Every time you wrapped legs
She just wished she was dead
The water is probably flooding by now
Splashing onto the floor
Drag the old hall light in there
Take a chance you won’t need to sever flesh
Although warm suds make you nicely numb
It’s really up to you
You could go sit in the garage with the car
Turn on the engine and wait
All doors closed
There’s an oven sat bored in the kitchen
And what purports to medication
Is an overdose waiting to happen
Why not make a noose from the knickers
That would be fitting
Let her kill you twice
Just be sure your method makes a statement
Did she end it with a letter?
Then you choose a thousand paper cuts
On Valentine’s day? Tear out your heart
Celebrate the artistic license you have
Then begin to cry
Jake Carter-Thomas’s latest novel – Nineveh Fades, or, The Bomb Shelter
