Spying

Spying.

A fly on the wall of her room.

Crying, 

it will all be over soon.

Slicing,

she doesn’t feel the blade.

Bleeding,

she doesn’t miss the vein.

Humming, 

the room starts to spin.

Falling,

her body giving in.

Dying,

she sees the light.

Flying,

into the eternal night.   -May 2004

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