Welcome to Hell

It hurts my heart.

An ice cold hand

reaching between my ribs

squeezing,

crushing,

bruising;

and with a taut snap

rips free

the abscessed soul

plagued with hell spawn.

Savage teeth bared

ripping and tearing

at phantom viscera

gorging on putrid flesh

steeped and soaked in sin.

Wracked with guilt

tortured with the profane

I crawl forward,

my hand reaching out

grasping for shattered glass

ready

to plunge it into my breast.

To end this streaming vile

spewing of sensationalized news.

Snarls and roars fill the arena

as demons prepare to roast

the humans who feed their hunger

on the here and now

with no thought to the future.

Pain paralyzes my body

I can go on no longer

I am lost to the hoards

to the vast crowds

who stream through the entrance to hell

complacent in their own corruption.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

November 23/17

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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