Disaster
She falls down.
Her faith slowly starts to fade.
She sits alone in a room.
Such a beautiful disaster she created.
She saw his face for the last time today.
“It’s time for goodbyes, and turning away.”
She walks down the dirt road, and wonders what to do.
She runs to her safe place.
She shakes and picks up a knife,
Slowly she cuts her wrist is the scared place.
The adrenalin she felt, she began to fade.
A beautiful disaster,
Lies suffering on the floor.
In a puddle of blood, she grabs his picture.
She whispers in panting breaths “I could never be closer.”
Her grip was lost, her breathing no more.
His picture drenched in blood,
Her heart of gold,
Not a beat anymore.
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