First like a leaky faucet

Then a rapid ruby river

Running down the paling skin

And dripping on the floor


A pool of cerise liquid

Growling deeper by the minute

Up to her ankles

Above her knees

Drowning her


Silver blade

Metallic shine

Slashed across the wrists

And throat

So none can hear her screams


Heart pounds faster



Begging for more blood



It stops.


As she tumbles to the ground

As she splashes red across the walls

As the light leaves her eyes forever

She smiles.


She breathes a dying sigh

A look of peace upon her face

Safely home at last


She smiles.