The room spirals
out of control
but life stands
painfully still.
as she stands on the chair
noose tightly around her neck
ready to fall.
and what follows is a mystery.
is it over?
or is she left to look down
on the ones who never cared about her.
will she be forgotten?
for the end is not a tragedy
but a happening.
life was the tragic thing about her.
and that smile.
oh that smile...
will it all be forgotten?
