I put you out of your misery. Something
I had to do myself; I could not bear to
watch you linger. They might say-
she did it for herself. This could be
true. I was bleeding from my ears,
my mouth, my nose; I suffered too.
And then, I turned away, like a dead
woman's eyes shifting upwards, fastening
to its final evening's sky.
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