The Ribbon

*Tick, tock*
Weeks go by
I tell myself try not to die
As I see the machines in my room
I ask myself
Am I going too soon?
Days go by
I can no longer cry
I suffer more and more
My heart is torn
My mind wanders,soon the light.
Just five more minutes
The ribbon pulls and tears
Every part that is still there
The ribbon pins me down
Without a single, bitter sound.
*Tick,tock, tick,tock*
Seconds go by
I’m almost to the heavenly sky
The ribbon takes it all
At the start of fall
My husband begans to sob
The ribbon has done it’s job.

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