She sits,
curled up in a corner,
eyes closed,
begging so much
for life to come to an end.
She pants hard,
rocking back and forth.
Hot liquid tears
drip slowly down her face.
Her eyes open slowly;
her heartbeat races suddenly,
as her gaze rests upon the knife.
Kind words,
spoken by a caring stranger,
speed through her mind.
But the knife...
it reflects the sunlight
that is pouring through the only
window in the room.
The kind words are still there,
and she winces,
begging and pleading with herself
to forget that sweet stranger.
Knowing the pain
she is about to cause,
the tears come more consistantly now,
still silent though.
Her pale,
sun-deprived hand
reaches the cold metal.
It is quick,
one fast slit.
Her heartbeat slows;
the tears stop;
the rocking ceases.
Her entire body relaxes.
She slumps over
as she finishes,
'the release'.


 
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