Sat in Silence

She quietly slumped on the muddy floor,
Defeated.
Countless needles pierced her ghostly skin,
Scalpels tearing at her lovely veins.
She sat in silence.

She spit out viscous tar,
Suffocating.
Burnt esophagus,
Acid-like saliva,
Blurred vision,
Stripped of lungs.
She’s nothing.

Consumed by pitch-black poison,
Succumbing to the chilling embrace
Of her handmade straitjacket,
She was bent on letting it all spill out
To neutralize her hatred-filled cadaver.

She sat in silence.

– Patricia