(suicide)

"i heard garlic helps."

she was the weirdo. the freak. the outcast.

her boyfriend asked "how are you?"

she said "i'm fine."

he believed her

she raised the razor to her wrist

a butterfly was to die

she wore long sleeves the next day

her artwork was hidden beneath her clothes

the red strokes staining her porcelain skin

her lips were dry

her face was bruised

her body was broken

there she lay

hoping death would take her

and he came

placing a kiss upon her cold lips

the life drained out of her

as she let him devour her soul

his needs satisfied

her dreams becoming reality

she smiled

"take that." she whispered

a reminder of all the pain they had caused