The Cusp of A Coffee Cup Options

[Retrogressive]

I wrote this a long time ago for my best friend. It's important to me now, because I think she is about to commit suicide and I can't do anything about it.



The Cusp of a Coffee Cup

We leached the cappuccino until I was half-full.

Our bellies are bloated with still-born children.

I couldn’t possibly understand anything more than I comprehend.

But you took me to the straight and narrow.

Somewhere our melody rings, with a broken unfinished rhythm.

The drums pound with only half-sound as you finish up your cake.

And stuff it in your mouth; go on— I’ll wait.

My mother begs me to take caution, but she is away.

And I am a mother, and you are a mother and we will name our children as such.

You are too young and I am too old to bring our fates to a circle.

I have left you to finish the story, for I have finally jerked the clutch.

I’ll leave you a pen with mercury ink, and you’ll set out for such a task.

But have I not begged for you to return to me?

Have I not bleated with a solemn repose?

What haste has made you leave on the wings of a sparrow?

We latched onto each other with unmanned and untamed hearts.

I tried to lead you the straight and narrow but you fled with a trembling manner.

But we are all mothers and we will name our children as such.

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(I'm not sure if I've posted this before?)

[RiddleMeWonders]

That's amazing.


But it's soo odd. A boy commited suicide last week and he'd told his friend who didnt tell anyone.

Tell someone, and call her. Talk to her. Do anything to make her understand that she doesnt need to do that.