Untamed

Smoke curls around my head.

Pink Gin

sits on the glass table in front of me.

I take a sip,

coolness gliding down my throat.

I inhale,

smoke hits my lungs.

xxx

I ponder on today’s conversation.

xxx

My mum, discussing a neighbour

who took their life

only yesterday.

She sits and looks at me.

She cannot imagine being

able to do it.

So I reply how lucky she is.

To never have felt that way.

To never want life to end

because there is no

other way.

She nods,

contemplating.

xxx

Little does she know,

I was that person once.

xxx

She changes the subject.

xxx

Now we have my brother.

An attack on him,

unable to defend himself,

I tell her

we are not living his life.

He is torn, scared.

Alone.

xxx

She nods,

contemplating.