She Took It Upon Herself

She rests her head atop
A pillow of empty pill bottles
Her eyes locked shut
Her skin snow white 
Her breath muted
She got sick of waiting for a happily ever after
So she took it upon herself
To take herself
And in a pool of prescription capsules
She broke into her nirvana
I don’t blame her
She just wanted pleasure instead of pain
She just had the guts to open the floodgates 
And let the glory shower over her
I don’t blame her
But I do cry
As I embrace her icy skin
Kiss her blue tinted lips
And stroke my hand upon her pallid face 
I just can’t believe 
She’s dead 
But beautiful
Beautiful 
But dead
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Haick Avatar
July 29, 2011 at 12:49 PM
Beautiful write..though the subject is a sad one, it is reality for many. Excellent writing! Annalise
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July 25, 2011 at 2:00 PM
This is incredible---written art, full of meaning and beauty. Your remorse is genuine. Very nice work.
Fringe Avatar
July 25, 2011 at 12:21 AM
Oh man, oh crap, I'm so sorry I made a joke on your last poem. I'm truly sorry. I didn't know.........
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July 24, 2011 at 2:39 AM
deep and lovely write, enjoyed this one,..p.d.
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