A suicide crowned me
the last death of the play
when what I was looked at me
and I didn’t look away
fear rivuletted off my brow
and pooled upon my heart
to soak through the wooden blade
that had cut my lines apart
The End turned to me with famine
and cradled me in its teeth
my single lidless eye
was bleached to ivory in the heat
I had no choice when I desired
to end the greatest game
So I opened like a curtain
and handed it my name
With gentle jaws it carved a vow
into what I had been
It burrowed into my marrow
And became my daily skin