Dudley Randall Poetry Prize Winner (3rd Prize), 2022 I’ve spent my life being easily impressed.So when I overdosed on my bedroom floorOn lamotrigine, blood and tearsI couldn’t help but admireThe way the room started to shakeOr how my frail fingers could still dial 911;How life only exists in patterns,O, what a wicked cycle.I laid wearyContinue reading “What They Don’t Tell You About Suicide, by Aly Porcerelli”
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