Dark Relief

A twelve pack
dim lights, soft music
and myself
...in a smoke filled room.

Counting cans
naming names of those
who were not true.

All the lies
break through to see
nothing was real.

My eyes begin to fill
the tears stain my face as
I see relief.

My hand quickly
grabs the knife like a
predator to prey.

I look down
smiling at my wrist at all
the blood seeping away.

Not moving a muscle
as I die thinking of
all the lies
...in a smoke filled room.



Ariauna Bopp
October 2006