She found it,
free falling through her pain
her need for meds
deadening the constant flame
burning
always burning her nerve ends,
We sat with her
her eyes on the ticking clock
knowing when
the pills were due to finally arrive,
she didn’t respond
to our recollections our pleas
to be,
in the end she passed suddenly
they said, her bed
enfolding her frailty, her face still,
she found oblivion
her end was peace we craved
all her intolerable pain
not any more,
nothing.

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