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

Grim Reaper

The Grim Reaper we fear

creeping through the night

phantom of our dreams.

He is not the one

we should watch for,

no,

but the predator on the streets….

He stalks and whirls

encased in black

shadows are his home.

Creeping and crawling

into our hearts

bleeding dry our bones.

Living on our fears and hatred

gorging on all our despair.

He mocks and sidles

not even trying to repair

but dividing and punishing

all the good people here.

Believing he is a demi-god

master of all

bowing to no one.

Captain of his fallacy

chartering a path to hell

to confront the Grim Reaper

and challenge him for his crown.

Jay-lyn Doerksen

©Dec. 1/17