At the Edge of the End

Sick
dark and falling

finding others deeper
down the hole

hollow earth
catacombs into caverns

albino woman
near blind opening her eyes

caressing me
humming

her name
Janna of a thousand years

this side of hell
her domain

I pretend not to hear
distant tormenting

snuggling into her arms and legs
her cold flesh soothing my fever

as she readies me for the end
a deeper fall from the last edge to the pit.

Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to stay up all night and write with lightning bolts until they fizzle down behind the dark horizon. He is the editor of Dead Snakes at http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/

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