Mr. Melancholy (Trigger Warning)

a large empty house

except it's not empty

it's full of people chattering about

full of life

you sit underneath the stairs and sigh

all these people

all this life

and yet you have the audacity to feel lonely

you sigh again

a large cliff

a ledge

must be at least a hundred-foot drop

the wind blows in your hair

you grip the safety railing till your knuckles white

your brain buzzes with the thought of falling

of feeling the wind cut into your skin

and tear apart your soul

and the nasty splat

when the ground greets your flailing limbs

you release the rail and turn on your heel to walk away

a beach in the winter

the freezing air seeps through any jacket

you've lost the feeling in your fingers and nose

the waves rise and crash with the beat of your heart

a pair of well-worn shoes lay in the sand

you wiggle your toes in the ice-cold water

the bottom of your jeans get wetter and wetter the longer you stand there

you walk further out

the water rises

the waves lazily crash against your still figure

the shells and rocks on the shallow ocean floor cut into your numb feet

you revel in the sting of it

you crouch down and plop yourself into the water with an unflattering splash

your jeans are fully soaked

your coat is getting there

you giggle at the sight of your breath in the moist winter air