Writing on the Mirror

A Poem by Laura Judith

Writing on the mirror like those girls in the music videos.
She feels she has no reason to be sad
     but she is.

A pathecic exuse for a so-called human soul
So shes been told
     over again.

Lungs, to breathe each breath that she feel is a mistake
She can't wait for they that it will
    all end.

She looks though the words on that mirror of hers
and sees her reflection staring back at her
as if to say,
"Don't do it."

"Why shouldn't I?" She yells to it, and slams her fists into the glass
which make contact with bone.
A shrill shriek rises though the air,
does not reach the woman at work
or the man
asleep in bed.

Not like this, is her

last
thougt
as she

drifts

into the
              deep

                           dark

abyss.

Pills are spilled on the counter. The bathtub, filled with water, is occupied by the blowdrier. A shotgun and a dagger lie strapped to her belt.
So many ways to die. But the ~~most painful~~ one,
is to die in unfinished thoughts in a pool of blood.