“She jumped off a bridge”

When people think “suicide”

What comes to mind?

Downing pills and tying a noose,

Holding a gun and slicing a bruise,

Yet ‘jumping’ is something I can’t comprehend.

To jump, by definition,

A bend of your legs,

A spring in your step.

“She jumped off a bridge”

Is wrong in a sense.

Taking one’s life is not with a leap,

It is the very embodiment of exhaustion,

A final fall,

The end of a fight.