The Fall of Anna


On a cold stormy night 

she lay there, staring a the ceiling

tears ran down the sides of her eyes 

spilling into her ears

she didn’t care

she knew what she was going to do 

and how she was going to do it

she raised herself up

walked into the washroom

lit a smoke and began to pen her farewell

Contemplating her emptiness

taking in her pain

the how, the why

it didn’t matter any more

there were enough sleeping pills and pain-killers 

to numb her body enough 

but still

to keep her wits about her

the blade was sharp enough

fairly new, it would do

if the slices were just right

as she crept downstairs, he slept

completely oblivious to her pain

her torment

he cared not

either way

it was time 

to let it all go

she’d taken all she could take

her heart strewn in scattered pieces on the floor

small reflections of moonlight caught her sad eyes

she filled the tub

steam engulfed the room

strangling her breath

as she toyed with the blade in her fingers

she wondered if it would hurt 

or if she would just simply slip away

and never wake up again

the first cut stung

she watched the blood pour out

like a small rippled river

she felt nothing


the second cut came at ease

as she dropped her arms into the water

the heat pulled out the red liquid quickly

she grew tired

and drifted into unconsciousness

soon, Anna was gone

who woke in the hospital was not Anna

but Elena and she was not weak

she was angry

made of gun-metal and smoke

He who awakened her was going to pay

for Anna’s suicide………


Read The Rise of Elena


Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson Copy Right Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015
Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson Copy Right Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015

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