Shadrack
The Prophet of National Suicide Day
Ring the bell, face the fear—it's National Suicide Day!
I came back from France in pieces, time all scrambled in my head like broken glass. Found out quick that fear's only bearable when it's named, boxed, given a day. So I gave them National Suicide Day—mine and theirs. They run from me, curse my name, but deep down? They need what I carry. I'm the edge they measure themselves against, the rope they pull to make sure it's still tight.
What I'm Into: cowbell, riverbank solitude, the weight of January mornings, trenches in France, marching alone
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