The pockets in her shift were empty
Her shoes worn but clean
The moonlight cast a sorrowful light
The stars a twinkling gleam

The air as sharp as autumn course
Her mind an empty space
She fills her pockets with heavy load
She straightens her delicate lace

Beside the lapping water she saw
Her fate spelled out in prayer
Time to end her terrible pain
That grows too large to bare

One step at a time till breath no more
The water surrounds her whole
She panics not, her time has come
"Sweet universe take my soul."

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This poem is about the false suicide of Emily Dickinson.