Suicide Stricken

Last night she had that same dream where
She could be 29 next year
And still be drowning in this Nile
The bathroom stall was her last stop
White ceiling top her final view

She encrypted goodbyes in smiles
Bear hugs, kind acts, and silly jokes.
All that time, the tap was running
Sniper is a sharp shooter but
This tub needs a bloodied canvas

The cold water welcomed her more
Than some folks ever cared for her
Oblivion was her escape
Her tunnel shone a dark light, the
6pm news has all the scenes.

Vera