Her picture lay on my desk, coffee
stained, browned by the sun. I can't
throw away the image embedded
in the back of my mind-- water
clouded, her head just above
the line, body fully clothed. She
cleaned her room that night, vacuumed
and laid her pink prom dress on
the bed. Everything had to be perfect.
Email sent, a champaign
bottle sat on her desk with a white
ribbon, bon voyage written neatly
on an index card. Ready to set sail
with a proper christening, she melted
into the tub of lukewarm water.
What were her last thoughts? No
tears fell from her eyes. The knife
lay wrapped, flat under her left leg
a final gift for the man who
lifts her body away.
16:05
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