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she pushed the button …

seventh floor I want to jump

but the door would not open


the countdown began

all exits unavailable

maintenance in progress

a symbol of her pain


basement and parking deck

but she did not own a vehicle

transport restricted

stay put where you are


should have taken the stairway

to hell beyond doubts

but now she was stuck in the lift

panic and agoraphobia unsettled

resolve and it was a myth

that for every gateway closed

another one opened


her phone without reception

the emergency number a mere reminder

of what life had become

she bit her nails

closer to the coffin

in her catacomb of no return


at least she had no food nor water

to prolong her existence

for she was tired of pushing against

all odds when even

the evens refused to release her


when they retrieved her body

crushed in a corner

they found a thank you note


pinned on her nude body

for she had taken off all clothes

to meet the maker whom

she did not believe in


her shrivelled corpse 

beautiful in all senses

exuded peace and tranquility

as she lay on the ground


the only matter

she was sorry for was

that she had not had a boob job

to inflate her demise

because appearances had been

the bane of her story


always willing to please

she had forgotten 

that pleasure lies in the eyes

of the beholders of deceit


22 July 2021

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