Praying To The Unicorns

It may take the shape of poetry

Trigger warning/suicide

Photo by Hailey Kean on Unsplash

Praying to the Unicorns? No. Not praying.

Begging.

Pleading.

Wailing.

Unicorns are as real as Gods and sons of Gods when

your wrists are slit open. When

you are bleeding out. When

there was no other option, no other person, no other thought, feeling, emotion.

Only desperation.

Praying to the Unicorns makes as much sense as accepted nonsense, water to wine, bread and fishes, invisible power listening, caring, allowing pain and

suffering

no proof of existence.

Unicorns are as real as Gods and sons of Gods when

you are crawling or curled. When

your body spasms. When

your thoughts hurt. When

there is only one emotion, one feeling,

never ending pain.

Begging

the Unicorns to make it stop.

Pleading

for release, for relief.