one minute she screamed for help
and the next she lay stone cold*

one minute she was hopeful
and the next she sounded barely sane

one minute she felt like she could grow wings
and the next she rested six feet under

she was chaos
her head a beautiful mess, her mind pieces of broken wine glasses
her lips whispering silent cries of i wish i didn't have to do this again
her tongue holding back twisted thoughts of revolvers & ropes

and still she wished she could fly


but all she really was,

was

death cloaked with a smile,
a smile so beautiful
*darling, you would've thought it was all in your head