Isoric

How can you tell when someone wants to die? Are there physical signs for people who have given up on life, like symptoms of some terminal disease? Maybe you can see it in their eyes, that ashy grey colour that indicates the total absence of any form of hope. Maybe you can smell it on them; a sour, despondent smell, similar to the stench of turned milk. Perhaps you can hear it in their voice, the lack of electricity, the lack of life. A dead voice. The voice of a suicidal person should sound like a note played on a harpsichord. Tinny, listless, flat. An unpleasant noise that makes your skin crawl. Nails on a chalkboard. But maybe there

these united states are killing us the scraping amber skies and tenement railings where i watch love leap to its final reward and settle on the concrete just like a new mother, gammy eyed and frail, the bricks still twitching. i smell the flat-line of over harvest as ignorance tools its trusty trowel into the heartland and sprouts the word of god - too many ears clamoring for a false crusade and those red collared boys with jug eared twang and jacked up trucks, color blind and high on the fumes of young blood, lost in all those nights down mason dixon way where they still lynch a good man for not walking straight. th