Trigger Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Four steady pillows
Creased bed sheets and blanket
A lifeless body lays underneath
If only not for the breathing centre
I turn to my left
Facing the bored wall
Should I punch it hard and good
Until blood trickles down my knuckles
Drying up as it reaches my wrists
It’s good to feel pain
Hell happens, caressing your skin
When it is undefined and hushed
My ribs ache, suppressing the urge
To cast a storm of sharp truths
Out into the stubborn window
I close my eyes, I feel needles
Zigzag upon my cheeks
Kidnap me now, Sleep
Before I get sane and pull the trigger