She
rolls up her sleeves.
Breathes.
Smiles.
Because this feels
right.
She’ll
leave this world.
This rotten world.
This poisonous world.
She
grits her teeth
As
the cold metal slides into her skin
Once.
Twice.
Countless times.
She
falls over
Blissfully
ignorant of the time
The screams
The sirens.
As
someone sees her,
Misses her,
Tries to stop her,
A minute too late.
