Marie.

 As if I am the Son of God 
mucus rolls down my throat 
searing into my stomach and
I'm coming to the realization 
I was born for the sole
purpose of sobbing—

Suffering your consequence,
I am left to be lashed
by the culture-shock
that is death
once again.

If I had been
a bit more inviting
I wonder if you would
have laid your pain on me...

No need,
I know the trials of 
pain and death
good and well 
by now.

Still, I cannot help but wonder:
Had you known, before putting that pistol to your head
that the bullet would end up in my chest

Would you have still forsaken me?