She watched as the drops trickled
kissed the crystal water
their union macabrically beautiful,
watched as life slowly seeped,
slipped from her slit wrists
eternal sleep beckoning
the echoes in her mind
would finally fall behind
Her mistake?
She gave more
More? More than she had to offer
More than the universe allowed
her to give
She had imagined
her departure into the netherworld
would have been more eventful,
lively,
yet the vicodin vial
and razor on the floor
is how they would find her,
soul as vacant as the vial
full of vitriol
and she reached her nadir
her hand reaching-
reaching for a peace and light
peace and light to finally be free
