her fingers itched
the desire pulsed threw them, as if blood seiced to exist and lust was all there was left
maybe that’s why she felt so numb, so dead
she reached out to clutch the icey blade of the knife her mother had used only an hour earlier
as she held her weapon in hand she felt the adrenalin rushing through her viens, soon she would be gone, her memories and sadness and heart ache along
this is what she had wished for for so long
and yet, there was something stopping her
she pushed the unsettling feeling aside,
she slid the sharp surface arcoss her left wrist in one swift motion, clenching her teeth in pain as the the blood exitted her body
she slid the blade across her right wrist, shakkily this time, tears welling in her eyes
a smile grew on her lips as she went back to her left wrist, slicing away, like a macheetee welding hunter in the amazon, fighting to break free from the vines that held him captive
she died in her bathroom, alone,
with a knife in hand
grin on her face
tear stained cheeks
and glassy eyes