Gone

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Gone


I look at the 

space around me.

I check 

my watch again.

One hour...

I sadly smile

in the dimmly lit 

room,and

tears threaten to fall.



I look at the full

bottle of sleeping pills

in my small shaking hands.

"Not yet,"

I remind myself,gently

setting them on the nightstand.

I chug the peach flavored rum,

sallowing half the painkillers with it.

15 minutes sweetheart.

Just fifteen more minutes.



I kiss each envolope.

A crimson kiss stain

striking against the 

charcol colored paper.

Each name written 

beautifully in the right-hand corner.

I straighten out my

robin egg dress,

giggling with excitment.

Just two more minutes sweetheart.

Two more

minutes.



I chug the peach rum,

along with the pills.

Feeling the familiar burn down

my throat and the pills 

slide down my throat.

Another set of giggles

errupt from my throat

as my vision begins

to blurr.

And just like a therature,

like the end of a sceen,

everything begins to

fade to black.

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