in such a hard and lonely field
she waits for death to come
a suitor dressed in red and black
wraps tightly around her
neck
beckoning her to the underworld.
the grass tickles her
ankles
the smoke tickles her
lungs
and the painkillers punch her
stomach.

The vast emptiness before her,
the deep blackness deepening.
She sees a voice in her
mind.

What punishment she chooses next?
What does she want to end?
Is there another life awaiting her arrival?