Erin Anastasia - "Evelyn"
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- Опубликовано: 7 сен 2024
- Here's my performance of "Evelyn" at JC Slam Finals. Shout out to Mason Granger of SlamFind for sending me his footage. The audio is 1000% better than my previous upload of this poem.
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1947. New York City.
Evelyn McHale jumps from the 86th floor of the empire state building and lands on the roof of a limousine below.
The sound of her bones making impact with metal sends a photography student to the scene.
Snap.
Despite the fall she remains intact.
Snap.
Shiny black metal folds around her body like silk sheets.
Snap.
The next morning. Her face graces a full page of the The New York Times.
This photo will be christened “The Most Beautiful Suicide”
As if lives cut short should ever be ranked by beauty.
2017.
I do not turn to the New York Times for a beautiful tragedy,
But Facebook, or Twitter, or Tumblr
A girl with good hair shows off her artfully running mascara.
Scroll.
A GIF of that line from that TV show,
it runs on repeat, and hurts over and over again
I bet the writers knew how universal that pain was
I bet I re-binged the entire series on Netflix, and I bet you did too.
Scroll.
“Reblog if you have more scars than friends”
And someone reblogs hoping to make friends
Instead of talking about their scars.
It’s not hard to find hurt here
It’s not difficult to push anyone toward the edge
And what could be worse than an early death?
Well, the romanticization of it.
The presentation of it as a valid option.
One that’s no longer hiding in hush toned family histories
Or rewritten obituaries,
But screamed everywhere with ease.
I can buy a snapback with block text that spells out “Suicide”
Or shirt that turns dead friend into a punch line
or novel that ends with a gun or brisk walk into calm sea
Or peaceful lie
Or poisonous seed.
The words “tragic” and “beauty” do not belong in the same phrasing
Yet we keep pairing them together
Like two young, star-crossed lovers
Neither of which deserved to die.
Hey Bill, why’d they have to die?
Hey Sylvia, why’d you have to die?
Hey Ernest, hey Kurt, hey Robin,
Why’d you have to die?
They say your genius lead you to it.
Were your eyes just more open than ours?
What did you see?
Did you see Evelyn fall?
Did you see how fast she went?
Not like a shooting star streaking across windows either,
But like a body falling off a building
Because that’s what happened
And though she was found intact
She was so broken,
Standing on that ledge
Looking down, most likely
not thinking about how pretty she would look on the ground.
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*SNAPS AGGRESSIVELY* I AM BLOWN AWAY BY THIS AND I LOVE IT
*infinite snaps* love this poem. So relatable it hurts. But that's what makes poetry beautiful.
it's not hard to find hurt here. omg girl this is my fav poem of yours
Thanks Molly!
Erin rocks it as always!!!
please leave this one up. It's amazing.
i wish i could like this 10000 times. you are truly amazing. thank you x
This is really intense. Congrats and keep it up! :)
This is one of my new favorite poems. Thank you.
YES, ERIN!!!! *snaps * *snaps* *SNAPS*
34030494889405 on the Richter Scale for Amazing Poets
I've loved this poem for years (I'm 16). An old friend of mine killed herself this week and I found myself back here.
that was awesome! thanks so much for sharing
This is incredible ❤
wow. Thank you for such a raw, emotional poem. I can very much relate to this having suffered from mental health issues and abuse all of my life. I do advice videos on my channel and am working on a new selfhelp video. I hope this comment finds you well . keep this up and never give up. peace. Michelle x
Oh my goodness this is so incredibly powerful I love it
This is really pretty. I've seen you perform it before. Not sure where.
Oops, just read the description. Lol
Amazing content as always ♡
Damn
This was amazing