Submissions by MissFoot (Sarah-Jayne)

please be okay today.
i keep pushing on my swing,
discovering how high i can
reach while you're sitting
on the round-a-bout, smoking,
for a different kind of high.

i'm crying. again. i have a new
insecurity that gets me low this
time and i won't admit it's your
fault. i know it doesn't help - you
crashed hours ago and almost
feel suicidal.

but when you don't have the
money for pot or for alcohol,
i get the best kind of high there
is. you have no addiction, no
problem, no god-damn issues
today.

love you to death - forever
if it had happened, i'd sit in the forest you'd have made
your very own personal graveyard and i'd hate
the tree your growing headstone. you had
only just begun
                         my sweet sixteen. you were
just going to school, but you didn't even reach
the gates, never mind math.

i'd sit and picture you doing it. there would be boats
in your eyes and they'd be trying to survive. but they'd not
be able to; they'd flood as you bit down on your pills
and sink as parts of you shut down and died.

it's...