The Smiles of Suicide

subconscious slithers and sounds of disgrace
slowly escaping my memory
soft-spoken whispers and sorrowful looks
hollow and hellish despair
they cannot face you the women of shadows
distastefully gawking at thee
they point and they whisper gawk and they glare
the women of shadows with hate in their air
they mock as they gather to gossip and chat
bout the sad little girl
with the black mourning clothes
and sorrowful smile
her absentee eyes
the tears on her face
the gun in her hand
the blood on her lace
the cuts on her legs
that one final smirk
she looked up
and one last time
smiled