Frenzied Suicide Poem by Connie Tallada

One high noon while I'm crossing the pedestrian lane
a wild thought came into me. Looking around
with vehicles side by side, I imagine,
what if this vehicles collide, with me at the middle of the collision?
Perhaps, pieces by pieces my flesh will scatter
and my blood will water the whole scenario.
All those who are blessed to witness it will be strucked.

After the unconscious eyes and minds of the witnesses
what will followed next will be a tragedy of a century.
Moment later, an ambulance will approach to rescue my parted body.
Officers will come to investigate the incident,
press will gather for news and coverage.
And those poor drivers will be responsible for my death.

People will begin to talk about me.
My name will soon be known to everyone.
Investigators will dig my rabbish personality.
My friends will weep after the debris of what is left in me.
Those who don't care will blame me all over again.
Those who wants my story will come and gather at my burial day.
And I'm coming too, to see how poor lucky girl is me.

©2009 CONICONZ