My first success a suicide note"

she claimed as she swung the rope

up around the chandelier

up and standing on the chair



Blood poured out and overflowed

from the fish tank as people watched

doped from TV no existant fame

all indifferent, no hope, no pain



The guests began arriving

the tension grew too fast

a mass of voices, too highly pitched

under feet the scrunch of broken glass



And then the chair was kicked away

the jerking spasm came

her tongue lolled out, blue and bruised

the music then began



And people pushed the swinging corpse

to one side as they danced

saying "her first success a suicide note

this was her last chance