Suicide

To night, I want to kill you

Every thing in the world knows

What you are too asleep to see.

I slide myself down your street,

Up the steps to the room

When you are sleeping

In the blue sheets.

…

You open your eyes at the event

And even the angels beating

Like "time bombs" in the soil pause.

My soul never tried

To commit suicide before.

By Elnaz Rezaei Ghalechi

Email: elregha@gmail.com