Tiny Bottle
She holds the tiny bottle
takes one deep breath
a second later the bottle is to her lips
and the liquid sliding down her throat
there's no going back
the poison moves through her veins
slowly taking her life
she seats by the window refusing to panic
after a few minutes she slips from her seat
the door opens and there he stands
flowers in his hands
he drops them as he sees the scene before him
her laying motionless before him
a tiny bottle sitting on the table
a piece of paper beside it
a final poem written to him
in it all her love
all her pain
and all her forgiveness
Copyright © Nicole Bissell | Year Posted 2009
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