The end came upon her
Of her own hands
There was no gun,
No blood,
No noose
Only the feel of her veins
Burning within her
It consumed her,
And she felt nothing else--
Only the swelling of her arteries,
Boiling and about to burst
She heard only her heartbeat,
An unsteady throbbing
As if it were begging her
As it pulsed in her ears
The pounding grew weaker,
As did her body
Her head spun
It hit the floor
Was the sound getting softer,
Or was she just too gone to hear?
Was the beat growing slower,
Or was it just her breath?
Her blood screamed
Her heart pleaded
Her heart tried to fight
Her veins threatened to explode
But her breath made no struggle
Steadily it slowed,
Grew shorter and faded
Inside she was crying
Inside she was bleeding
But on the outside,
When they found her,
Outside she was smiling