Death Debut Poem by Tess Connor

Push it in, pull it through
Feel the sting, know it’s true
Watch the blood fall off the skin
Flush of relief, adrenaline kicks in
Drip, splat, pools in the sink
What a mess, it’s time to think
Apply pressure- live another day?
Pump it, pump it! ! Go in disarray
Either way, it’s easily said
Either way I’ll end up dead
Will it be now or next week?
Will I be loud or will I sneak?
I don’t know, I’m unsure
Death creeps up to my front door
Push it in, pull it through
End it all, my death debut