on suicide

the dead-eyed minnow
staring up at the sky
looks peaceful even as my mother pushes
a hook through its silver-streaked body

remnants of its scales linger on her hands
it feels no pain
none of her puncture wounds
piercing through the ephemeral veil of its mortality

i lie on the boat
a bloodied fishing hook sticking out of my lip
one sunburned arm drooping limply
over the edge into the dirty river water

and i wonder what
it would be like to be
the dead-eyed minnow
staring up at the sky

Erica Holmes is a junior at Lindenwood University working on her English Literature degree. She hopes to one day gain a Master’s degree in Library Science, and preferably to work at a library that grants her magic powers. Erica writes if the inspiration strikes, or if it’s a Tuesday, or on the off chance she can find a pen.

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