*Warning - Mental Health Topics*

Her gaunt soul trawled
their once joyous corridors,
where she had thought
magic would be reborn.

They had both tried
to fill the void,
her mind- a womb without a child
would not be hushed
as she cried and cried.
Murmuring an alphabet of pills.

He would not leave her behind
and the guilt crashed
against her as waves
into cliff's edge.

So she fought her way
to the couch where he lay,
tucked herself under his arm,
two glasses of wine and a smile.
And the man, hand in her hand,
drank his Chardonnay,
blissfully unaware
of the arsenic in hers
as she watched the sun set
that final day.

© DanGlyn