A Good Girl's Guide to Suicide

 

"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."-Sylvia Plath


At times I know I'm nothing but an illusion...Once I step into the reality I'm gone forever...

Chasing somebody who never reciprocated might be painful.What about chasing your future self for the redemption of your past self so that in a way you can reciprocate your death with your own life?Is that the death you confer?


"I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often.In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory,or fear, or disappointment-We are all defined by something we can't change"  (Adapted)

What if that little girl brood her delusions and grow wildflowers and dandelions out of it...What if that little girl grows up to be an abandoned gypsie and ends up in a slit...Would that be valid??

There would be silence and chaos.
People would start digging even before the body is dug into the soil.
Everyone would be wondering..
What happened??What was wrong? Who should be blamed?? Obviously the question initiates towards the parents and besties to neighbours and street vendors..
All the scribbled notes and sticky notes will be under autopsy..every single line starts to unravel..
Resolution..depression..maniac..speculator..

Still they will write off the story title as the mad crazy girl with no common sense at all...!


...The scribblings will begin to fade,so does the name and story..!Questions will keep on arising...Answers starts on sinking...Chaos will pave way to realities!!

Unto the last,the Mizan stone howls SHE'S DEAD!!!NOW WHAT THE F***!!


Because words and vocabulary makes sense no more!! It's the subtlety of my reticent life that bleeds on the page...
So tell me for the last time, Is this the life I confer?????






~SalmaAneesaBabu🦋

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