I barely know myself” she whispers tenderley

Oddly. To no one but herself.

In her mind she dances to the soft tune

That her mind concocts

The pillars to which she builts her sanity upon

She stops slowly. Yet abruptly.

Her veins still in motion; but her heart forgetting to beat

Inhalation of life. Its burning away at her insides

Yesterday she was alive

Today it hurts her to breathe.

Tomorrow will be but a bitter memory

Of the life she left behind;

That night she sat.

And injected the chemicals. Instead of wine.