Useless
Utterly useless
Not worth living
Useless
Utterly useless
Why continue?
Not far to the kitchen.
Not far to the knives.
Not far to death.
Why continue?
One step at a time
Clack, clack...
Plastic high heels on the tile
I hear the sound of my feet
And yet it is not the sound,
Not my feet...
Clack, clack...
An empty house
Without a soul aside from mine
Mine not here long, I think
Clack, clack...
Which knife?
That one.
Shfsssh...the sound
of the drawer just closing
Cold steel through the thin fabric of the blouse
Pain!
The nothing-feeling of my knees hitting the tile
Color...red...on the white tile.
Relief, the cold black ahead of me...
the light...
the light!
And then, silence.

E-mail the author at Bethdrgyn@aol.com.
Visit her page, The Realm of the Oddball: Take Forty-Two.

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