Death From Exposure
A poem about expreriences of violence and depression.
Content warning: mentions violence, depression, death.
We missed her stark face at work.
Days till she was found,
under his veranda.
Even student torturers
used to go in awe.
She had his key
It made no sense all she could have done.
Depression exhausts the mind
she phone up no response she drives up
straight to his place in the mountains
down a side road frost all day
you cant manage what next.
Back at last, he finds her car.
she crawled in under among the firewood
quite often the world is not round.
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