Her fingers gripped the wooden handle
It’s silver edge glinting
Reflecting her unsmiling face
Her eyes held a hardness
After so many year’s
She could not expect anything else.
There was no sound
She listened to be sure.
She walked towards the window
The garden was in full bloom
And would this be her last sight of beauty?
The clock ticked
She stole a glance
Not much time left she realized
Her heart began to beat wildly
This would be her only chance to end
The life she was living.
She lifted the knife just as the door opened
Their eyes met
He rushed towards her
Too late, she plunged the knife in.