Midnight black against the snow

Clothed in black, From head to toe
She knows she’s going to her funeral
Wearing her rock star jeans that faded black
The midnight blue laces dancing up the front
Her stark black gauntlets with silver pins
The hooker boots with laces up the sides
The band socks dyed the darkest black
And her faithful new t-shirt bought with
The last person she may have called best friend
She stands and the edge and wonders why she is this way
Doomed to live a broken life without a sliver of trust

She sits down looking over the landscape
Wondering if it always looked so heavenly
Up in the mountain ranges, the lonely mountain ranges
The setting sun brings sparkles to the snow
As she knows it’s her time to go
Thrown from the heights of the cliff
She soars through the wind
Enjoying her last and final moments
Knowing all will be all right without her

To her horrid and unimaginable surprise
She lives, She screams again
Fallen to her knees
Wishing for death all over again
Taters in her clothes leave her exposed to the wind
Fallen in the blinding freezing snow
Not a bone is hurt from the sixty-story drop
Not a bruise to ease her pain

The tears well in her sapphire eyes
As she inhales sharply
Ragged sobs shake her body
As she tries to harm herself to make it feel better
But on the mountain top in the cold there is nothing
In the snow to harm her but
The midnight blue laces adorning her attire

Slowly she unstrings her tattered pants
Releasing a deadly weapon eight feet long
She ties the strings together
Thinking it will save her from the pain
And starts to pull releasing her last breath
Wishing for it all to end
But the only God won’t let her die
She has not finished her work
And they find her laying almost lifeless, like
Midnight black against the snow

 
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