Mine is the social worker
She stares me down
A hawk hunting for her prey in the field
Panting as heavily as a man running for his life
Someone had "been concerned for me"
Suicide, I won't do it
She planted the idea in my head.
"Do you consider suicide?"
NO! Too quickly and my secret is out.
Her eyes stare me down, and mine water-up
The fear of a social worker increased tenfold
Never will I ever return