~Nine Lives~

I had nine lives 

I wasted the first one by jumping off a building 

A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins

The wind cut through my body as I took the fall

I feel surrounded by pool of blood

There ended all

The second life was taken through a gunshot

The metal felt cold as I held it in my hands

I placed it on my head my mind blank

I pulled the trigger

A loud sound echoed 

And to the ground my body sank

For the third life

I bought rope

I tied it into a perfect noose

Attached it to the ceiling and put my head through 

Kicked the stool beneath me 

My legs bare

Felt the rope tightening

In just a few seconds my lifeless body hung mid-air

I lived my fourth life quite miserably 

So I decided to end it once and for all

Held up my left hand

One cut One vein 

My right hand dropped the bloody blade

My eyes blurred

As my vision began to fade

For my fifth life 

I decided to taste poison 

I bought a small bottle from a shady guy

Mixed it in my favourite drink

In my favourite cup

And took a big sip from my favourite straw

Felt my insides burn

White foam emerging from my mouth was the last thing I saw

I took my sixth life by accident

It was a lazy winter afternoon

I decided to take a shower and entered the bathroom

Slipped and failed to get out of the water

Struggled for air in the bathtub

But eventually my body gave up

My seventh life was the best on I lived so far

I made friends, studied hard, got a job, built a house, bought a car

We had potlucks and parties in the backyard

I got old so I retired and lived in solitude with my black cat 

And finally slept forever on the front porch where I always sat

My eight death was tragic

I was in my twenties 

Heartbroken drunken driving

Sped down the highway

Midnight saturday

Shed one last tear

Let my hands drop back

And right off the cliff my car steered

No one knows what I did in my last life

What took place 

What had happened which led me to disappear without a single trace

They asked a few people who they thought might know

But they were just as clueless and shook their heads no

What do you think?

Where did I actually decide to go?

-keork 

Meet the Author:

Yours truly is an aspiring poet/author who calls herself keork. I binge on dramas and spotify and write like a human possessed when I get into the mood. I am quite the speaker and love to have conversations with spirits from my gothic literature which live rent free in my mind. But I believe that the true demons dwell outside rather than in cemeteries.