my name is melia

The Genius Discusses Suicide

To carve your name onto the trophy

of the floorless. To spit-shine it for eternity. 

To become not why your father drinks, but what 

brings him on a chariot of tremors 
to drink again. To sign up for the obituary 

circus: Come see the magical, the ones 

who do what others cannot. 
See the Exhaust Swallower.

The Dangling Acrobat. The Blue-Finned Mermaid

who floats face down in a tank
with gills on her wrists. To stare and be stared at 

forever. The unsaid word. The forgotten 

dream. The poem she will 
always write, and never finish. 

By: The Wonderful, magical, ever-effervescent, Sierra DeMulder