Suicide

She stands by herself,
she has chosen her fate.
A mind like hers can not live on.
With a rope, looped, a knot on the
playground bars, and a very high
chair, her mind thinks about what she
shall miss.

But the strain and the ache of a soul in
open water, and the relief that follows
with only a tiny kick of that chair,
is something she would not pass up.

Snug tight as a scarf, burning like fire,
her choice slithers around her neck.
And with a tiny kick of that chair, her
legs and arms dangle lightly, she makes
no effort to struggle.
A quick and silent death.
A new body for a demon to own.
Inquire within.