Death’s Embrace

***Picture via Pintrest***

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