WARNING: This chapter includes multiple causes of death and dialogue from a nonspecific suicide attempt.
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Ink: How to Die
Mal and Uma and Harriet walk the Isle like fire
Clear the way or face their wrath, if that's what you desire
You're not the first to think that fire burns clean
It's not the worst way to go, suicide by queen
"Are you sure you want to die?"
Lady and Doctor Facilier sell potions of all kinds
It all depends on the barges, and their daughters' finds
But there's always at least one ready made to kill
Pennyroyal oil or black hellebore surely fit the bill
"I don't want to live."
The glint of steel in dark of night
A long fall down, the ground in sight
Teeth of sharks and crocodiles
Drowning in their deadly smiles
"If you die, she wins."
A kinder person would ask why
The Isle has many ways to die
"...I'll remember this, Mal."