Real life last one
No one likes it when the main character dies in the end, so this would be the real life last one.
Alternate Ending
I kicked out
my therapist and flushed
down the pills. I retired
my razor and washed
all of the spoons.
I stopped counting
the hairs as they fell
from my head. I ripped out
the notebook pages to burn
in a flower pot.
I regained
my sex, quickly
then slowly.
I unmarried
my mattress and took
up a man with good genes
and an IRA.
Alternate Ending
I kicked out
my therapist and flushed
down the pills. I retired
my razor and washed
all of the spoons.
I stopped counting
the hairs as they fell
from my head. I ripped out
the notebook pages to burn
in a flower pot.
I regained
my sex, quickly
then slowly.
I unmarried
my mattress and took
up a man with good genes
and an IRA.

5 Comments:
At 1:08 PM,
Rockstar Jessie said…
Shit, Meliss....its kind of ....happy? Are you feeling alright? :)
At 1:16 PM,
Marilyndrew said…
Some of the other ones are worse, this project actually kind of upset me and I might try some more poetry inspired by historical/social events and commentary.
I'm fine. I just need to learnt o right about bunnies and rainbows or something:)
At 5:04 PM,
Rockstar Jessie said…
If you do, wonderful. However, bunnies and rainbows don't really entertain me. After all, you are here to entertain me :)
At 1:37 PM,
K- said…
I love your back scratches.
At 1:32 AM,
Monica said…
I am not much of a poetry fan but I gotta say I like the other ending better!
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