angelic insomnia: suicide
Suicide
Clotted blood,
coagulates in the water
And she looks down-
only now,
To find the knife grasped in her hand
As it’s released,
it sinks gracefully down
And her body now,
throbs in pain
Shock pulses run through her,
once more-
At what she has done.
She wanted this once,
wanted to be free
But freedom doesn’t await her
Not any more.
She glances around,
to see a soul flickering,
in the far corner of the room
Then she drags her fingers,
down her face-
Clawing at her eyes
And nothing is there
And now she is still
As the presence returns
This time remaining.
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Copyright Rebecca Page 1999.
