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She’s lying in the bath tub…
Warm water surrounds…
Candle light and bubbles…
A dripping tap, the only sound…
She reaches out so gently…
Picks up the razor blade…
Drags the edge across her wrists…
And leans back feeling no pain…
The blood pumps quickly from her…
Into this sad suicidal pool…
Turns the water a shade of Red…
It all seemed so very cruel…
His words that hit the target…
Called her weak and deranged…
Now she’s going to show him…
As her life force slowly drains…
Drifting in and out of consciousness…
Her senses are feeling numb…
And angels begin to gather round…
To make her soul feel welcome…
Her mind begins to play tricks…
Flashbacks from her history…
Not much older than Twenty Six…
It’s not been the happiest story…
Raped when she was a teenager…
Abused when she was a child…
She thought this love was different…
He was so tender, so meek and so mild…
But he quickly let the mask slip…
Was no better than the rest…
A typical man in so many ways…
Only out for what he could get….
It took some time to see through him…
She let him inside and so deep…
Gave herself to him freely…
This was the one she could keep…
But life is not a fairy tale…
And this world lacks many shining lights…
The man she believed was her soul mate…
Was not her much dreamed of White Knight…
But it was simply too much for her…
She tried, but couldn’t go on…
What was the point of life’s misery…
They wouldn’t even miss her once gone…
Now she lay dead in the bath tomb…
The water was cold and blood Red…
Her soul danced around flickering candles…
As this beauty was released from her head….
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Deeply sad
“Now she lay dead in the bath tomb” Love this word play!
Very sad poem, but yet so beautiful as well… Love your work!