She sits at the dark corner,
Legs cladped tightly to her bosom,
Tears in her eyes,
Every slight sound, a nightmare.

She reaches into her pocket,
The razor she draws,
She looks at it,
Pain in her eyes, betrayal.

It flows in the dim lunar rays,
She lowers it to her wrist.
“Parallel for attention,
Perpendicular if you mean it.”

She slices, gently, slowly,
It stings, spasms, crimson.
Her vision blurring,
A moan escapes her lips.

She can feel it,
Her life slowly draining away,
Weak, still her eyes glow,
Soon glassy, lifeless,free.

12 months now,
Ron’s under a shower,
Still couldn’t wash off his stink,
His face still she sees.

She slumps down,
She can feel the pain, but still smiles,
The last breath, still smiling.
She is free! Free at last..