Suicide

'i cant do this anymore.' he shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. staring blindly around the kitchen, nothing seemed real, nothing made sense. late notices, disconnection notices, eviction notice walls of paper falling in. children fighting over nothing, or something, what the hell! woman staring blankly at the tv. she hadnt seen him in years. invisible, untouchable, alone. alone till it stank, like dried vomit in the heat. he couldnt remember, couldnt even remember what or why or when. and the hands on the clock thundered and crawled. he walked out the door into the yard, staring at the night sky, and winced. putting the gun to his head with one move he pulled the trigger. and a lone tree fell in the darkness.