A Drive Home

Leaving good friends behind

Back opening a door

With a blank face so blank that it’s full

Dragging my feet softly

I see my mode of death

I open the door, it creeks, I step

Lifting myself to sit

“Vroom vroom,” as the kids say

I turn right because left is too soon

Watching the light turn green

I, given permission

Turn left and twitch to test my own strength

Diagonally downward

I roll and flip in dreams

I feel my neck crack under pressure

I feel my final breath

Leaving my body slow

Ending life that wanted the opposite.