strands of hair brushed lightly against her rosy cheek,
as if wishing to wipe away her tears.

her eyes were sad, and her hands shook.

she had lost the spring in her step,
the glimmer in her eye,
and the heat in her fingers.

i struggled to find words that could soothe,
so i could caress her soul and not just her body,
but it seems that power is reserved for my pen.

snowflakes drifted lazily from the dark sky,
like millions of little people,
who had jumped, before they saw how far down,
it really was.

she hiccoughed once,
twice,
three times before getting up.

she stumbled towards the kitchen,
a lit cigarette dangling from her mouth haphazardly.

she poured herself another glass of her choice poison,
and gulped.
and gulped.
and gulped.

more tears came as she slid to the floor,
the glass slipping from her hand and shattering across the tiles.

she spoke softly,
her voice quivering in the silence of the night.
"**** me."