Her Last Breath Poem by James McLain

Dead, dried the tears and all the pain is finally over it has been.
She finally died one small step, and hang her,
she hangs up right now.
One can not stop the pain this breathing living thing,
she has some on her wrists, cutting across the room
and then a hurried stumble,
grabbing the rope and her relationship with life is now over.
Thin is her neck the other end can spread them a smile.
She feels good, she feels bad at the coming darkness,
from the bunk bed to the top, she will climb.
Once like him at the top it is hard,
she looks up sliding down, facing the pain of it all.
Taking her last drawn in breath,
she knows that her pain is here, here it comes,
the little death of her she is her not by them.
And suddenly there it is she is finally free.
She finally took that small step for all the others like them,
she hangs up right now.
She hangs up like him for their terrible sins.