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Her Way Out
the only answer
is that
there are no answers at all
no karmic justice is done
what goes around
just keeps right on going
things just are
until they aren't anymore
or in her case
they never fucking were at all
she locked the door
she knelt in front of the bathroom mirror,
by the filthy toilet,
and shuddered
at the metallic taste in her mouth
it was somehow easier
than she envisioned it would be
she lay still
and small
the blood pooled and congealed
on the linoleum floor
finally, she wouldn't hurt anymore
she was free from her torment, yet
all she did
was pass it on to me
is that
there are no answers at all
no karmic justice is done
what goes around
just keeps right on going
things just are
until they aren't anymore
or in her case
they never fucking were at all
she locked the door
she knelt in front of the bathroom mirror,
by the filthy toilet,
and shuddered
at the metallic taste in her mouth
it was somehow easier
than she envisioned it would be
she lay still
and small
the blood pooled and congealed
on the linoleum floor
finally, she wouldn't hurt anymore
she was free from her torment, yet
all she did
was pass it on to me
Published 28th Mar 2013
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Anonymous
28th Mar 2013 12:29pm
My take on this is that it's a very clever write on the disease of depression being passed on genetically and the children of parents who commit suicide are at an increased risk of suicide themselves..either way, it's a great poem and I felt lots of emotion in it.
Well penned ;-)
Well penned ;-)
