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."