Poem || "Heart-wrenching Countdown"

She killed the man that broke her heart

And she clawed her way out of the hole, hoping she would make it.

And she did. Almost. 

And there were people after her, so she jumped back in and,

She regretted ever getting herself into this mess in the first place and

Although things are better

She cries

Because the hole seems better than sunlight

And she's happy because she's falling now and her hair

Has never been this soft and

She sees strands in the air, bidding her a due

And she smiles and

It's been a while since she's done that.

Smiling.

She wants to let go of everything.

She doesn't want to live.

She decides to die.

And so she does.

In the middle of her fall; she stops her own heart and counts to ten

Hoping that's how long the angels need to come get her

She waits

One

She's waiting for something to happen; anything.

In the midst of silence

Two

She's not falling anymore

But there's a little boy with a toy in his hand

And he's calling for her

So she reaches out her hand

Three

And he doesn't touch her

He throws the toy at her and says, "You promised you would never leave me."

And she nods and

Then sobs

Four

'I need to go,' she wants to tell him

But she can't

Her voice is gone

Five

He calls out to her. Momma.

But she's not his Mom. Technically.

Six

And she waits for someone to help her but every one is on their IPhones

Then she catches a glimpse of a shadow and runs towards it 

Because she doesn't care who it is

She needs them to take care of her boy.

He's alone and she has decided to die.

And there's no going back

Seven

"Please" she finds her voice, "Help him"

The shadow turns around,

Silence.

It couldn't be.

Eight

It's the man she killed, who broke her heart, except it's not broken

And he's not dead.

It's beating in his hand.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

"I need it back. He's all alone and I chose to live. For him.

I thought you broke it, but it's there in your hand.

You kept it all these years, and I thank you, but I need it back."

Nine

He did not move. The heart's beating began to slow, and his face became dark.

She cries because she has less than a second

And she pleads him with her eyes

"It's not yours" he spoke. 

She sees the boy's soul fall and

He screams

And then she screams, but she's not dead yet.

And her baby's blood is on the floor; but she's not his mom, but she is.

And she died before she decided to

Because he was the reason she was alive

And he's the reason she's dying now.

And she looks at the man who broke her heart

And he's not dead.

But he's about to be.  

Ten