{"sf1_id":1795209,"sf2_id":"ynZyEp5m","title":"Poem: Lifemates","author":"zetasyanthis","words":115,"posted_at":"2021-12-12T22:26:00.000Z","tags":["Suicide","mental health"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1795209-poem-lifemates","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZyEp5m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f7/52/f752ac81-07b1-45ec-b3c9-1371a64b49bc","description":"#11 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis\n\nI have a complex relationship with death...","content":"Death and I are companions  \nrowing e're forward with sticks;  \nDeath and I are companions  \nfrom the my smile to his shining white lips.\n\nFrom my legs, chilled to bone,  \nsoaked in cavernous lake,  \nto my arms that are weary and sore,\n\nWe row opposite ways  \nin a myriad of plays  \nand neither can reach the shore.\n\nNow we circle around the tidal embrace,  \nthe whirlpool with suction so real,  \nthe break in the world,  \nthe break I've become,  \nrefuses to go and reseal.\n\nFor though I love death,  \nand I really do  \nI have not come this far  \nMy goal within reach,  \nthe edge of the Styx  \nand from here I ever go on.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"2021 Mental Health Crisis","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1795205-poem-madness.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1795215-poem-being-seen.json"}}