The Big Death
A poem about dying at a rave
I'll die upright,
On this couch,
At the back of the room,
Watching the group
Undulate like waves.
I'll die dazed and drugged
Upright on the couch.
.
I'll die with my phone open
To something scandalous.
Pornographic.
I'll die with headphones on,
Blasting the same song
I've had on repeat for
Seven years.
.
A little death
Followed by a big one.
One million little deaths,
Actually,
Cobbled together
To make one big problem,
One Big Death.
.
Maybe I'll be sad about it
But more than likely
I'll be too blissed out
To register it's even happened.
And I'll leave that little sadness
Of the Big Death
To someone else.
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Comments (4)
This is visceral and I love it!
Incredible use of detail! You’ve painted a vivid scene, a very tragic one.
Oh man. I have wandered to this place before. I barely recalled until I read this. Instantaneous emotion. Bravo my dear Silverado.
Wow 😮! Amazing storytelling. Like the tone and vibe of it.