Thursday, November 3, 2011

Chances Gone

©Stacie Sandall


You know without one word
that you're decaying as you stand.
Your skin is growing paler.
Just look down at your hand.
You reflect upon the decades
with ire and remorse,
as your heart pumps ever slower
from its withered, flailing source.
Your tears of guilt and fear
pour down like acid rain
as you grab your pounding chest
from the misery and pain.
The sky is growing dimmer.
Your tongue begins to swell.
The ground beneath is closer
and warmed by fires of hell.
The screaming and the roaring
of the blaze's undertow
carries you to the nethers,
to the rotting depths below.
Claw and shriek and kick
as the current tides you away.
There is no other choice.
You're in eternal flames to stay.


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