This Is The Cure

Every winter
she slips into a major
depression.

This has been happening
for eight years.

There is no way for her
to shield herself
from the piercing pain.

Her grief will last
a lifetime.

Every winter
she tries to kill
herself.

This has been happening
for eight years.

Her family
has
tried to convince her
life is worth
living.

Easier said
than done.

She survives,
the heat lifts
her spirits,
but eventually spring ends,
summer melts away,
fall falls out,
and the winter
comes again.

There is no way for her
to avoid
this reoccurring holiday nightmare.

There will always be
that cold, unforgiving breeze
reminding her
of her loss.

She's tried everything
to forget.

Therapy, pills, cutting.

However,
she's not tried
trephination.

It's illegal here
in the states,
Mexico's another story.

I'm even saving
my money now.

It's the only solution
I think
will work.

Soon, she will be
in the desert
with a hole
in her skull.

Then, the doctors
will sow a piece of
thin skin
over it
and send her
on her way.

She might have to wear
a helmet for
a lifetime.

That wouldn't bother anybody,
especially me,
because I want her to live
through every season
in an endless heatwave,
in an endless bliss.

Helmet
and all.