"My last moments of life
Spent laying next to my friend
I could build you a pretty picture about my death
I could have you think I went peacefully
But those last moments ended with bouts of confusion
No longer could I comprehend what was below or above me
I felt as if life's basics had been thrown in a black velvet bag
As they are picked out one by one
They no longer have the same meaning they did before
Everything is chaos, yet an eerie calm sits on all of our shoulders.
As if we know what is coming
I can feel the rope tightening around my neck like a snake strangling its prey
I bend down and dip my fingers into the river of pacifaction
And I wash my face
Again and again
Over and over
I'm clean now."
© 2010 Arianah Aiena





