
In a cold
dark room
she sat in slient
on concrete
looking down
at the space
between her toes,
rocking back and forth
to many triggers shots
stealing time preoccuping
her mind she reached
maximum capacity.
“Talk to me,” I whispered.
She looked at me once
and turned her face.
Golden droplets
leaked down her
shaking pants leg
to the ground.
She parted her dry lips
to bite her finger nails,
shaking her head
side to side,
swollen eyes
looked into mine
she said,
“I want to be erased, kill me now, or I will myself, no matter what it takes.”
Slowly walking towards
her we embraced in a hug.
Four knocks…
guards open large
medal door.
Stepping out of the threshold
she yelled, “I love you girl, don’t come back to My Hell. ”
the door slammed closed
for seventy-two hours
and three minutes later,
she was pronounced dead…,
never forgetting
a moment
because
she’s always in my head.
