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[title] => Escape
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[bodytext] => She held the gun up to her head, The frigid steel pressing against her skull. Hands trembling, Heart crying out in agony, Wanting her release To sink into the oblivion, Embrace the darkness, Escape the pain. Her body ached Wherever she touched. Bruises colored her body, A hideous watercolor, Scratches still crusting over, All from those hideous nights With him. Her mind was numb. The pain seemed to wash away, Departure imminent. The relief already washing over her. The morbid knowledge of Death, Relaxing. Her heart slowed. The world disappeared. All that mattered Held in her hand. She pulled the trigger Gently, Like a caress. It was her friend now, The only she can count on, The only she can trust To never cheat her, To never fail her. She pulled the trigger, Her eyes closed, Waiting for the Darkness. But all that she found Was resistance from her friend, Not allowing her to pull all the way. It had failed her, Like so many others had. She put the gun down And looked at it, The steel shining, Casting reflections on herself. She realized that it did not fail her. It was she who failed herself, Like so many other times. She pulled the safety back, Took a breath, And put the gun back to its rightful place. She closed her eyes once more And smiled, Ever so slightly. The end was near. Oh, that sweet retreat. Her finger found its way to the trigger, Rested there a moment. She started to pull at the hammer, Her muscles already beginning to constrict. But a far away cry Drew her reluctantly back to reality. Her mind languidly searched for an explanation. And she remembered her little baby daughter The next room over, Hungry for her Momma to come and feed her. She put down that frigid gun A tear slid down her bruised cheek And the knowledge that she was needed, That someone wanted her, Allowed her to carry on. At least for now. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 316 [topic] => 36 [informant] => goddessincarnate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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