Death Poetry: The Goodbye On the Mirror
As she wrote
“Goodbye”
On the bathroom mirror,
The memories,
Of every kick,
And every punch,
That caused the
Battered reflection
She saw.
Made her hand stop
In mid stride.
The spots of blood
On the white porcelain sink,
Reminded her
Of every sacrifice
She made
“To make it work”
And she wanted
To hit that reflection herself
For being so weak.
Here she was,
Writing “Goodbye”
Because she couldn’t bear the thought,
Of causing this man
Undue pain,
But was he ever once
So thoughtful
As he bruised his knuckles
Stealing the smile
That once lit up
A beautiful face
Why did she care?
Why did she love him?
Why was she still?
In the bathroom
When he could
Come back home
Any second
To say his apologies
And wheel her back in.
She stopped writing
“Goodbye”
Opened the medicine cabinet
Pulled out the little white pills
That helped relieve
Her pain
She emptied the whole jar
Into her mouth.
And decided to
Lay on the bed
And take a little nap
No “Goodbyes”
No regrets
No more pain
Just a peaceful sleep
Ending her misery
Once and for all.
