Suicide’s Note In Turquoise I watched you catapult desperation into shifting glass that day- you would have cracked it, but the waves tore it to pieces before anything returned to the shore in ribbons- foaming at the mouth, you and ocean found each other caught in a battle, delta-changed sound absorbed by crashing tides, where her turquoise sent fury flinging back in retaliation for your every curse. A reverse-psychology siren song of the rocks, or anything to keep you away because she (cool, calm) didn’t want your kiss intended for the ground you broke. Maybe you can find the answer in the shadows of a precipice, tucked away in darkness housed by mighty mineral, but we both know that clear waters do not mean forgiving ones, just deep and infinite and permanent and when you glance down at the shimmering and opaque and colourful and rippling surface, all at once, you see me, and it is I: the one who will never be heard, will never be satisfied. Shruthi Shivkumar Shruthi Shivkumar has been writing since she was able to form letters with a pencil, and started writing poems shortly after. She is a student at the University of Pittsburgh double-majoring in Biology and English Writing, and loves the colour turquoise almost as much as she loves the wonderful humans in her life.
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