“We breathed in our poison.” After reading this haunting sentence, what do you picture? I absolutely loved the poem “Dying Young” by Emily Reichard, it brought up numerous truths in my memory, and gave me goose-bumps as if I were there in the moment, witnessing this wanted suicide.

This poem gave me such a vivid image to unweave, and interpret its meaning. For me, this poem expressed how young people who smoke, really just want to die young. The line, ”Lungs filled with tar,” creates a picture of black smoke, coming, flowing down and into your lungs, hardening as a street, where the trucks of cancer, and sickness love to drive. They all really must be, “Too eager to die young.”