suicide This will be my last posting here for, tomorrow, I'll be dead by well-honed blade applied to wrist or several grains subdural lead . . . The method of my suicide matters not. I will be gone; consider, thus, the verse you read my version of Swan Song . . . I leave addresses in this box to whom sympathies may be sent. Tell them, "we liked the writing she shared here, before she went . . ." Thank you, all, for comments offered toward my poetry. Though my body shall be quiet and cold you have known the heart of me. Continue your poetic ventures; hail my family if you must. I only know my chance for fame is alive, now that I again am dust . . . �K.E.Cline, 03/1996 |