She Wants

suicide

 

an ominous hotel room

 key in her tattered jeans

escape if she wants it...

 breathing for seconds

‘cause minutes are fleeting

ephemeral meaning

vacant perforations

Sweet salty drips peal her meek supple lips

Words raped out from a flowering mouth

exposing nude thoughts

 Scratching

clawing 

nails breaking

hair falling

the depth of grave walls

she’s slept in so long

confining her mind with ghosts

Cold

Alone

dirty memories abound, all around

Circling winds of forgotten time

kick regrets in her eye

A burning reminder of chains behind her

grasping steel to ankles

profound shackles

face gray as her fading shadow

key in her tattered jeans

escape, she pleads.…

 Frantic

 panic

pulling freedom from pocket

she unlocks it..

 I guess it’s what she wanted.

A hotel room

empty and hollow

Limp body

sorrow

Blood flees

I guess it’s what she needs.…

Her release

Author's Note

I wrote this after hearing a woman on T.V. talk about how she picked out a hotel room to commit suicide because she knew she could get through if she could escape whenever she wanted.

Reviews

[Carrie Montgomery]

this is...profound. It echoes with sorrow and desperation.
"pulling freedom from pocket"- this is a GREAT line.