she eyes it from a far,
a small sliver of silver.
she picks it up
and gently rolls her sleeve.
tears run down her face ,
as she prepares to bleed.
right over the sink,
she places it on her wrist.
slowly draws back
and watches the river flow.
she admires a moment ,
and continues to draw.
a few more
and she is done,
looks down
and cries once again.
the beautiful red ,
on the contrast of white.
but her wrist is a mess.
a bloody brawl.
slowly she reads it to herself,
and tears fall once more.
she now has a constant reminder
of what she had lost.
the red words drip down
and mix with the tears.
she falls silently
saying your name to herself.
and her last words were i love you .
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