Alive
Her fingers feel like ice
Rigor mortis setting in
He has been killing her for years
The beat of his heart like a whip
She breathes
Amongst the possessions
Moments stretching thin
She drowns in deepening silence
Reflection lost in ripples of him
She is merely waiting
Now with the deed done
Broken limbs hanging from numb
Memories sinking into recollections
She breathes
In the end it was easy
Smiling rat poison pun
Inside her now the storm is lifting
Every second into next collapsing
Imagining his cup lifting
Arsenic scotch taking hold
A blush of future's remembrance
Pantomime mementos sweet echo
She breathes
She is merely waiting
Finding the loss of control
From distant corners of her mind
Loneliness calls to her like a lover