Blue Skies~ By J. Kim

We sit under the Blue skies. Wearing 
Blue ties and smoking a Blue filtered 
cigarette


Like a diary cover, he bares a smile. 
His superficial shell does well to hide 
what he doesn’t share. 


Blue like the shirt on his back but also 
the sinking feeling inside of him. Like the 
ocean with its infinite horizon, yet it still 
seems so enticing.


Like the pallor of his 
lips and his fingertips. 
As he is gasping for air. 
It’s all Blue.

I call to ask if he wants to hang with no 
response. Little did I know that he already was.


But I look up at the Blue sky
A hint of sunlight in the corner of my eye
And it’s brightens up the color blue 
for a split second once again. 


Author Bio:
J. Kim has recently lost a friend to suicide. And with such a high rate of youth suicide in New Zealand, this is her way of self-expression and to shed light on the issue.