she shuts the door…hiding herself away.
the bottle sparkles on the shelf; the reflection of the sun…
but somehow, the sunlight didn't phase her.
it only made her desire the bottle more…

only a few sips…and it's back in the cabinet
hiding her secret(s) away…

and her conscience only slaps her harder.
into a state of (un)consciousness
a place in which her mind has no memory
of (any) action that she may (did) make

but no one knows besides the bottle (poison)
on the shelf of the (closed) cabinet…

and every drop of the (vile) liquid that oozed
from her pores is just one step closer to (her) fate…
and one more step taken that would be (un) memorable
lost in the process of evaporation…

it's a shame that we both sit in silence…
trying to think what the (un) memorable actions could be.