steel.

Hands shaking,
she opens the drawer.

Pulls out the drawstring bag,
with her weapon of choice.

The world too cruel for
a sensitive being.

She holds the metal blade like
it's pure liquid gold.

Pressed against her warm skin,
the sweet contrast with the cold metal
is purely hypnotizing.

About to seal the deal,
she takes a step back.

Was this really worth feeling relieved
for only a minute or two?

Sure, the pain would subside, but
a new pain would emerge.

Eyes closed, she places the blade back
in it's dark home, for a day in the far future.

She walks away and swears to herself
that everything is alright.