Excruciating Suicide

Tears in Motion,
One hearts devotion,

Nothing in the creases shown
But a blade in her clasped left hand 

A tear falls as she pulls a tighter fist
The blade digs deeper 

As blood starts forcing its way
Between her tight knit fingers 

She brings herself to release it
The blood trickles down her 

Cavity filled wrists
And onto rolled up sleeves 

Where it stains the shape
Of a strange set cross onto the cuff 

Then more pours and erases this image
She stares in shock 

At her palm barely visible under the blood
And the blade that’s in her hand 

But stings her heart
And she pulls it out, with a harsh high scream 

This hurt more than when it went in
She cries the heaviest tears she’s ever cried 

She looks to her other hand
She wants to shred its tendons 

But her left hand doesn’t have the accuracy
Nor any movement left to do so 

Her 2 middle fingers look gruesome
Nearly cut into the bone 

It looks as if hollow beneath the dangling skin
The perfect picture of death 

That leaves her screaming hysterically
The blood curves towards the sides of her arm 

And drips leaving her pillow
Damp and stained 

The sting of the dry blood
Tightening on her ridged skin 

Hurts more than the bleeding wound now
She starts to feel dizzy 

Passed the woozy state of mind
But as she drains towards the end 

She finds herself both restless and desperate
She wipes the bloody blade 

Onto her stone wash grey jeans
Then takes it towards her neck 

Where she makes a small downwards incision
And out oozes a small river 

Of warm red lava
Down between her breasts  

And coating the buttons on her purple cardigan
She gets her nails 

And scrapes them harshly down her face
Letting out an almost demonic chuckle 

Then placing her palm print on the note
She left on her nightstand 

Written in eyeliner reads:
“You didn’t listen”