Haven’t entered one of these for a while. Trifecta‘s prompt word is “Survive”.
The Final Act
How can something hurt so much?
The life that’s left is hard to touch.
The pain so deeply pushed inside
She knows this time, she won’t survive.
Lines of agony, tears of rage
Scratches of hopelessness fill the page.
The heart once beating longs to be still.
An empty life, nothing can fill.
The knife draws slowly across her wrist.
Blood, the proof she still exists.
In shallow breaths, she wonders why
Life was only found, when she chose to die.
She isn’t sad, she doesn’t regret.
She’s broken beyond what she can forget.
As the cold swept in, she closed her eyes
Spirit long gone, her body dies.