Ellie Watts

Rookie (12/22/91 / Brisbane)

Experiences - Poem by Ellie Watts

My hand on the car door latch.
I think of opening it and jumping out.
My feet treading across a bridge.
I think of pushing myself over the railing.
My gaze fixed upon the kitchen knife.
I think of stabbing myself in the gut.
My reflection in the broken mirror.
I think of bringing blood to the surface of my wrists.
My hand filled with pills.
I think of taking one too many.
My hair flowing out behind me as i jump
from the edge of the roof.
I think of how long it took me to loose my wings.

Comments about Experiences by Ellie Watts

  • Micheal Udenyi (7/27/2007 1:35:00 PM)

    excellent rethym. keep it up. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/25/2007 3:13:00 PM)

    nice rhythm to the poetry (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 24, 2011

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