This is Wendy O Williams, from a rock band called The Plasmatics. She killed herself in 1998. I only recently discovered this wonderful human being existed, only to find that she ended her life. There is no justification for ending one’s life nor for whatever it is that could bring someone to consider it. The picture links to an interview from the 1980’s, where Wendy demonstrates her humour and creativity. I made an attempt at a poem in her honour, below.
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Silence. The woodland clearing.
This is where the blackbirds sing.
This is where she’d go,
Feeding the wildlife.
The world glowed when she walked.
That glow has died.
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Her last remnant, in this world of horror:
Her words about the soulless calm
Of the last decision
She’d ever make.
She loved her freedom, even more than fans
Had loved her body and her heart.
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When you exit through the purple mist,
Leave that door open.
Do not leave the world to itself.
Change the world, make it worth your grace,
Do anything at all,
But don’t leave the world in its darkness.
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