Poems from Elle's perspective

Life

I watched her die
in a music video
where the floor was made of books
whose pages fluttered
while the music straddled that line
between comfort and
anguish.

He screamed,
in perfect harmony,
of self-righteous suicide,
and if there was a moral
amidst emotion,
I missed it.


Free verse. Written 16 July 2017.