Part 5 of 100 Poems in 2018 Challenge by Airplane Poetry.
Prompt: The last river on Earth writes a poem.
My sisters didn’t commit suicide.
They were murdered.
First,
they were poisoned.
Then choked
with a plastic noose.
And finally,
neglected.
Then came a day
when they rose Heavenwards
weeping
at their failure
to provide enough for their children
who would suffer without them.
Today, I am committing suicide.
I wasn’t enough.
I couldn’t be the hero
who single-handedly saves you all.
And now that you’re gone too,
I rise Heavenwards
looking down at the Hell
we’ve left behind.
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