the river.

depressing days.

I could walk
right into the river
Breathe in the sharp
cold of the waves
Like morphine numbs the body
the current would pull me
to a different place.

I could stare at the stars
feel the breath escape my lips
my head on the rocks
I could die like this.

then they'd find me
then they'd find me
crystallized
with the burn of snow
and ice
on my face.