Carefully staged
xanax, kicking in
(thirty ought to do it)
starting to drift...slip...
she clutched the bottle of gin, taking slow
even sips
Disoriented
she saw her toes poking out of the bubbles
Strange
She didn't remember painting them
It made her giggle to think
They'd find her
with painted toes
Sleepy-dreamy
Her eyes closed
she didn't notice
when she went under
and
it
was
over.
This is a magpie tale.
16 comments:
Excellent, and sad.
ooo...a rather haunting magpie...whew...
Ouch. Elegantly written piece about what does happen far too often.
OMG! This is beautifully written and so vivid!
Wow - an interesting take on such a topic. Very well written and captivating as a result.
Oh how sad, good story I didn't guess the ending.
The lethal combination. Well written!
You are such a great writer - you never cease to amaze me and entertain me :-) Thanks!
definitely all over....suicidal take on the prompt..would never have thought of that one....nice magpie...bkm
I love the way you put just a hint of humor in your sad tale...great writing! :-)
I swear I had already posted my Magpie when I read this. We were on the same wavelength. Feels a little spooky. Well, I liked your offering.
PG
Good Lord girl, you took me straight to the edge of the tub with that one. I think it was fantastic! Just the right amount of emotion, then lack of it, to get the feeling across to the reader.
Excellent, excellent writing. Well done.
Beautilly done, Tina!!! At least she smiled before she went...
It was a sad, but lovely read!!! I sensed the formation of a tear somewhere inside my eye... had to blink it back!
This is a great one! It hit me a lil closer because I have been here...This mental state...Where I came close...really really close...But I chose to live :)
Chilling, and yet a bit playful. Well done.
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