Suicide

The thought of suicide ran through her brain

pools of blood, six weeks clean down the drain

she pulled down her sleeves as she cleaned up the mess

the crimson blood was still on her dress 

she unlocked the door covered in blood

all of the voices came in like a cold flash flood

she was losing against herself

one move at a time

she whispered once more

suicide

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Strong poem! Truly great work!