Voluntaria

Resting on my shoulder,
She doesn’t breathe.
No life,
None at all.

She asked me
Of a favor;
To insert a
Poison in her.

Turn her last page,
Close the book and
Seal it away,
Kept unknown.

Help her
Sedate to a point
Where she’s
Motionless.

Keep her
From nervousness,
From consciousness;
Unaware.

Slow down
The beat of her heart.
Kill her nerves,
Completely numb.

Lax and painless,
She lays beside me
A final exhale,
All shuts down.

Author's Note

What are your thoughts on it? You could tear it apart if you'd like.