Liberation
the thoughts of Lawrence Kutner before his suicide
There is something very cold
about this particular metal
pressed against the place
where all the inner mechanisms
of my mind
are kept.
There is a certain quiet
just like the calm before a storm
and the silence
before the beginning
of a great concerto.
I can't really picture
the great scene
with arcs of bold,
bright blood
splicing through the air.
Sheer
brilliance.
All the moments of my life
gathering
for this one.
Author's Note: Kutner, you will be missed D: Why did you have to go that way? -mourns- This is one of a series of poems from various point of views of the cast.