Reincarnation

She took a deep breath.
Candles were romantically lit on the table. That's because she didn't have electricity.
Joy Divison shouted at the flashlight from the old radio.
They sang - BLA, BLA, BLA.
That's because she knew shit but English and didn't understand anything.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. Sadness flowed into her veins.
She was lucky she didn't believe in reincarnation. She lit a cigarette and still didn't believe.
Because if she had believed, she would have cut her wrists without blinking.
But since life is only one chance, then shit, she doesn't have the courage to restart this game.
And she started this game quite badly. It would be fine if the damn radio didn't run out of flashlights.
The razors on the table gleamed in the candleligh.