Life

The heat engulfs and stifles her,

Unbearably dull and hopeless

Life has nothing to offer

She never chose this life.

Perhaps, the moment had come

To make a choice

Between a bottle of morphine

And a rope.

She ensured no one was home

She saw the bottle kept on the table

While the rope hung from the chair

She never knew how to decide.

With a Herculean effort she leaped onto the chair

Moved on to the table and began to play with the

Empty bottle of morphine with her claws

Now, this was the life she loved.