she picked each flaw
tried to round out the rough edges
saw no beauty in her imperfections
now there’s an itch in the
back of her  throat
one pill after the other
twenty two total
slowly taking effect
the overdose taking place
her body quivers and her stomach
begins to twist and turn
vomit on her fingers
dripping down her chin
a rush from red light to red light
speeding screeching wheels
on the snow paved road
a waiting game after triage
giving a history
all the past attempts
he says he doesn't know if
she really was trying
to kill herself