Shocking

"If wild my breast and sore my pride,/I bask in dreams of suicide,/If cool my heart and high my head/I think 'How lucky are the dead.'" -Dorothy Parker

The spark of an idea
The flick of the knife
The spark from the wall
Life flicks out of sight

What is this sensation?
What is this feeling?
What am I to do?

Pain, sorrow, Regret
Overwhelming the senses
The reading of an epithet
The soul building its fences

The spark of an idea
The call made
Now wait for the aid

The flick of the knife
Difficult is the idea of ending a life
Shortening the journey to the afterlife

Here comes the response to the call
Out flies the spark from the wall
They both fall

First goes the light
He cannot hear the cries of her plight
Another light flicks out of sight
Forever

When all is said and done
Her guilt weighs a ton
Out goes the light of the sun
And with it, her son