Salvation

My suicide,
A wish I
Can’t hide.

A knife,
A wrist,
The perfect
Combination.

The blade cutting,
My blood running,
On my arm shining.

A light.

A bright light.

“Who are you?”

“A friend”.

A friend…

“Your hand”.

You took it.
And lifted me.

And saved me.

Cátia Ribeiro