Suicide Girls
Suicide Girls
The suicide girls are bitter
as mandrake roots
sunk into the earth
They show you their scars
small reverences
permanent bird tracks
in the soils, deserts
and snows of their skins
their glorious skins
Yank them into the sun
and they may scream
ungodly howl at you
Sit with them
in the dun earthen grave
these dear Persphones
and they will show you
their jewels
share their bone secrets
and grow slowly up
aching
to the light
Lucy Simpson
Seattle
5/2008
Comments
is this about suicide girls the website with tattoo chicks? or the suicide club movie? i was confused than again i'm a blonde...
candy
hey Candy.
I wrote this after an intense workshop I did with middle school girls. It is about some of them. It is about how I need to teach them and be there for them and let them teach me. It really is a guide to helping the girls, who descend into the grave.
I've seen the Suicide Girls website. This is way different.
Lucy
I'm really glad I'm there for a few of them right now. Right time. Right place.
Lucy
the end is about ressurection It is about growth these girls make it out
Lucy
thankss Lavender I'm keen on hope
Lucy
I think both can be true. These girls are bright and still depressed some of them.
I wasn't suicidal, because my dad killed himself and I knew it to be the most selfish act. I felt depression, but suicide was never an option when I was a teen. When you see it up close, it loses all its glamor. Death is fairly ugly and uncomfortable. A bad death brings no peace. no final thought or feel of rest.
My sis-in-law tried to off herself and came to that conclusion.
Thanks Michelle. Your insights are really correct about how suicide can seem hip. It was at my highschool, as was anorexia.
Lucy
omg that makes so much more sense my blonde is really showing now...
candy
Math, as always your comments are to the bone. Thanks so much for reading my work.
Lucy
At least the Suicide Girls had each other, so they weren't totally alone....
A comfort in the chaos.