Bye bye Cynthia

Cynthia,
a suicide of great determination,
found three inches of water,
(after a good deal of searching)
and drowned,
in spite of
electro-convulsive therapy.

It took her months to get it right.
The pills were pumped out.
The bits of broken jam jar made
dramatic scars.
The tights on the door frame stretched
so she didn't hang,
but gently slid to the floor.

You have to give her credit
for persistence.
I'm sorry
I didn't reply to her last letter,
but "don't do it" didn't seem adequate.

Bye bye Cynthia,
you managed to outwit all those good people
trying to stop you from dying.