Suicide Number 10,214,213,134

[tectak]

Too late I have partaken of Amanita phalloi...des. I told you I was..The End

First in a series of innovative poems from the dark side...or perhaps, the last. This last part just seemed like a joke (as in the attempt and effort, obviously not the subject matter). First or last, because my poems are dark and about suicide, that'll leave them wanting more. Not really.

It's only poetry, folks. There you go!

All I did was take what you wrote and delete the returns. Looks like just one, barely/hardly two sentence(s) that would sound normal with better grammar. "Too late, I have partaken of Amanita phalloides, I told you I was. The end." Not sure why you drew out the word phalloides, maybe that was supposed to be some hesitation, the final thought before it's all over. I guess they call it death cap for a reason.

Hi malu.
Perceptive. In the next one I'm thinking about cutting my wrists with the lid of a Sardine can...it will have deep, dark undertones cented around the metaphor of dead fish all looking the same once oiled, boiled and laid in their tin tomb. I reckon I could get a couple of sentences out of the concept...but I may stop at one, you know, to keep my pensive readers wanting more
Best,
tectak

(Moved to fun on own cognisance to avoid cries of petulant cynicism from those who have failed to commit suicide but are still writing about it)