Inevitability

Resistance is Futile

Standing on the precipitous edge,
focused only on the sun, moon,
longing for the end approaching,
enjoying the running of warm blood
from recently slit wrist, mine,
31, 32, 33, 34, 35 seconds pass,
gasp, grasp bathroom sink to maintain balance,
betrayed by a love, phallic in nature,
physical in form, gone as quick as it came,
leaving self to blame for swift departures,
unsteady heart flutters caused by too many
discussions concerning becoming a mother,
106, 107, 108, 109, 110 seconds since the last utterance,
destruction is the final step,
loved him with all I had left,
my name…
…modern day Juliet