Drip, drip
Looking back in the mirror, Molly sees someone she does not like, she does not know.
Drip,
Drip
From the light blue bathroom sink, her eyes scan the floors and counter tops searching for a way out of reality and slip slowly into the peace of eternal slumber.
Drip,
Drip
The water flows over palish soap
bubbles as she scrapes and rips at the invisible dirt on her flesh.
Drip,
Drip
Fear has consumer her tormented mind, the voices inside have traveled to her ears. Soon peace will come as she continues to search for her savior's unwavering hand, hand to steady hers as she puts the blade to her pale, wet, scratched skin.
Drip,
Drip
The mirror once again falls upon her glance, shaking, trembling, her dark Green eyes open wide, they are waiting for the clock to toll her time.
Drip,
Drip
The time has come and gone, blood overflows form the well of the past wishes and hopes. Slumped over in the corner of the tub, distant memories flood back, as her body slips down the porcelain side, her liquid life slinks down into the drain.
Drip,
Drip
Sound go silent, tastes go dull, the eyes once alive are now sealed shut by tears of joy, peace approaches her mind and the voices toward the back of her mind thank her for withdrawing form the world like a party guest who has over stayed her welcome, But she does not listen, she does not care, she does not feel pain anymore.
Drip,
Drip
The blood has stopped its menacing tune, soon people will come and collect her lifeless corpse, they will weep, they will lie about how she was a bright, beautiful young woman with so much potential. But really they, her loved ones and friends knew she was drifting away from the skin of the world, they did nothing about it, they did not care, they did not listen to her cries in the night.
Drip,
Drip
She is free now, her soul knows no boundaries, the wind linger with her scent of sorrow.
All is calm.
