The Other Side

By the time I needed you, Your circle was dark. Gone, empty, alone With nothing but the knife: Glinting, gleaming, Gushing blood onto the floor Staining the carpet— Mother won’t be happy. And you were gone. And I was panicked. Hands shake, adrenaline screams, The darkness swallows me, Suffocates me. Twack! I distance myself from the means. If you cannot, I must save Myself From myself: Wear both the dress and the armor. But…if temptation is too strong… I know I will give in. Gripping my knees, Darkness separating me from finality. A wall. Finally, a light. Glowing, glaring, Gleaming from the depths of my soul. You return, offering solutions And comforting words. You feel helpless. But no one is more helpful. Breathing returns to normal. Heartbeat slows. No one will have to tell you in the morning: “Your wife is dead.”