Suicide in a hall of mirrors
 
 
from every angle blood and froth
 
here a skull crushed  
by hooves there a mind
                              quieted  
                                    )externally(
 
one view proves the blade
could not harm an ant
yet another glass opinion and
it’s flooring mountains
 
CALM bubbling like a fire and the tablets  
only work when you
stop taking them               now reflections,    

                        memories return

                                                  
in the form of the Dove’s flight
and the daily murder of i
searching for that one good thought.