Death

Her knuckles turn white as she grips the steel blade in her hand.

She looks down and watches like a raging river, blood pump through her viens.

In one fluid motion, like a hot knife to butter, the blade connects with her flesh, quickly it splits open.

The blood she watched earlier, begins to flow from the opening on her tiny wrist, as if a dam had been opened.

She slowly closes her dark blue eyes, and with every beat of her heart, she can feel the life escaping her body.

She begins to take shallow breaths, counting down the seconds, knowing that sweat release of death awaits her.