HAPPY NOO(SE) YEAR.

HAPPY NOO(se) YEAR.
sneak.

Suicide is painfull.
My neck is very sore.
I've been hanging here for hours -
by this drafty door.
I'm sure I've got flu symptoms.
I shiver and contourt.
The rope from which I dangle,
is longer than I thought.
My toes can touch the floor boards.
I'll be a laughing stock.
I prey that no one finds me,
but then I hear the lock.
Unable to gain freedom.
The door is opened wide.
Ladened down with shopping,
she pushes me aside.
She makes herself a coffee,
relaxes in a chair.
She tells me of her troubles,
her sorrows and despairs.
She lights a crumpled cigarette.
Her cancer blows my way.
She say's she needs a shower,
to wash away the day.
She brushes past my body,
as she climbs the creaking stairs.
I wonder if she loves me?
I wonder if she cares?
At last I get my answer.
From the shower she appears.
A vision in a bathrobe.
A buzzing in my ears.
Just an inch would end my turmoil.
Just an inch and I'll be dead.
Metric calculations -
rumble in her head.
At last she has the answer.
To the shed she makes her way.
Returning with a crow-bar,
to end my tortured day.
She levers up the floorboards -
beneath my aching feet.
The room increased by inches.
Death and I would meet!
Her love it knows no boundaries.
My bowels release the past.
Happy new year darling.
So glad this is my last.

sneak.