the day she did it

for her

The day she did it
I knew her smile
It was empty
It exuded style.
The day she did it
I could see her eyes
sparkling
with untold lies.
The day she did it
I recognized her voice.
It was hollow
It reeked of her choice.
I waited
running it through my head
The way it would sound
and how it would look
and how it would feel
how it would taste -
And then she did it
and she was dead.

Author's Note

You will notice suicide is a predominant theme in my grief poetry. That is because I have known more people who died of suicide than of natural causes. Sad but true.

Reviews

[Sarah]

Wow! Amazed! Fantastic! those are the only words that I can use to describe such a work of art! This is incredible! I found this wright completely compelling to read. Fabulous! Keep up the fantastic work!

[Lyn Anderson]

I was remiss in ever commenting on this review. I guess I was lacking in etiquette. Thank you for the lovely review.

[Neville]

Blimey, I was not expecting that at all... Something else yes, but not that. I feel very skilfully manipulated

I guess I will just have to get over it... N

[Lyn Anderson]

Skilfully manipulated -- sounds like a poem to me. I never commented before, thank you.

[Neville]

The pleasure is all mine, thank you