December 4, 2009
By , Park City, UT
She grips the bright pills in her shaky hands

what’s it like to die?
She gives it a quick satisfying jingle

will I be missed?
She cracks open the lid, and pours her life onto her hands

will I go to heaven or hell?
She fills her mouth…and swallows

am I really doing this?
She’s fading



She’s halfway between life and death

Silence cuts the sound of her heart beat

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