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The End

She saw this moment as the end

The pills were sticky from sweaty palms,

gripped tight in shaking hands

And the numbers,

the milligrams,

ticked slowly upwards,

clearing 5,000 but staying short of 10,000

This was the end,

her end,

orchestrated and carried out alone

This was cold toes curling into ugly carpet that hid years

of shed blood and tears

This was swallowing one last pill and feeling panic bloom

at the realization of the close

The heaviness of her body,

eyes unable to stay open,

head spinning down onto the pillow

This was the end,

this was her end

A young body pulled into nothingness

A young girl,

long dead,

finally letting go of her corpse

She saw this moment as the end

And his eyes flew open,

guts roiling and gasping into a state of being

laid dormant

for far too long