MAX - PUBLISHED FOR WORLD SUICIDE PREVENTION DAY

Max Rebekah Miron

You were in the woods, and had I been home, I would have known how to find you. How to pick the moss from your hair, and make fun of the moon always following us there, following you.

Little beast with a hook through your cheek.

Even after they took you away, scruffy and white, the fight folded small in your chest, I confess I still went looking for you. I told the wild things you’d gone home.