My suicidal cure (part 20)

Pool awakenings

Screaming, cacophony of maddened sirens,

Awaken me from my deep peaceful slumber.

By me, my cellphone vibrates a steady pulse,

Seeking my undivided attention.

Rubbing eyes, still heavy with sleep,

Front door erupts in continuous banging!

I thank god I drank not the night before,

Drape my gown upon my frame,

Zombie like stagger to answer.

Open the front door, to peer outside,

Blue lights flashing, sirens now muted,

Before me stand two uniforms,

Seeking my audience.

Next door, suicide, come quick...

I speed upon heel, mind a daze!

***

Once done, mere minutes in reality,

I storm next door, mind a computing race,

I view the scene within the pool.

Still inside a womb of water,

Dancing slowly too and fro,

A once pretty girl, 

Now bloated on meal of water,

Awaits her birth from watery grave.

Quickly my eyes begin their search,

Carnations, I pray, do not be here!

Alas, my eyes greedily eat up the scene before, 

Upon the table six red carnations smile back.

I curse, none too softly, 

Few stare, mistake my emotion,

Sympathy it is not...

***

The bastard knows where I live!

Damn!

He...knows...

I know I should worry about the suicide,

But all I can think of is how close...

How close to me he was!

Shit! How long has he known?

Sweat runs down my forehead,

My stomach turns, churns!

I watch with disconsolate passion,

As they pull her from the cold waters embrace.

Water drips from her, almost...

Like it is seeping out her pours! 

My stomach will just not settle,

He knows...lingers, taunting.

The body erupts, spewing water,

Her mouth like a fountain...spraying!

I leap from my seat, knocking the carnations over,

Rushing to the garden bed...

All I retch is bile,

It burns, bringing me back to sanity.

All stare, as I wipe my mouth with my sleeve.

Some offer pitty, others scorn.

Within my mind a plan forms,

Wicked...totally not what I should do,

But...he is building up to something,

Deep down I know...

I will soon be next and he wants me to know!

I will oblige him...one of us must die!

***

I slowly walk back to the table,

Bend, pick up the flowers, 

None even bother to stop me,

To them it is just flowers...

To me it is proof,

Proof I am not mad,

They are the answer to a puzzle,

A puzzle I will crack...

Even if it eventually kills me.

I leave the sickness behind,

Resolute in my determination, 

I must...no I will suceed,

No matter the cost!