Death’s Embrace

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Crumpled over
shuddering with tears
as despair and anguish
wash through me.
Not cleansing
but pull forward the memories,
the burning images
of my deceit.
My escape?
Only limited by the lies I tell
as I search for the elusive high
that will shut me down,
carry me away from here.
Away from my perceptions,
away from the abyss I perch above,
away from the darkness
every reaching.
Glittering shards of glass
reflect back an image
a thousand times over.
A skeletal face
winking at my fear
at my desire.
Walk with me
it croons stalking forward,
hand out….
pills to be shared.
I hover above,
watching this image of myself
wondering if this last time
will Death catch my fall
and cradle me within his embrace.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
January 1 2018