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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