Redemption Day

Waiting on redemption day; She needs him, while she fades away. Twenty Tylenol and she's going fast- things blur into a spinning elliptical of sorts, mysteriously. But she knows what she's done.
The clock ticks backwards, as the hands squeal in terror watching her slit her wrists.
The phone rings- She never answers, nobody can hear these tears, not now; not ever.
All this time, all those years she's been waiting on this moment. Her blood swashes down the sink, combined with tears and the plea for forgiveness.
That last prayer- That last night, ended it all.
"It's funny how a sadness turns into this," she thought, watching in the mirror as every seam was torn apart, starting mentally- now on the outside, with a razor blade.
"Finally I don't have to worry!" She thought, when her knees touched the floor, her spine mingling the formation of the wall.
Another kind of blackness filled her mind that night.

But her eyes opened again.