04-26-2022, 11:05 AM
Theres a storm outside, illuminating her still sillouette in cold flashes. The lightning riding down each column of her spine, tensing her muscles into an alert sit. Her covers curled up against her waist, acheing to finish their meal, but every minute sound; like the beating of a moth's wings, or the static from her son's television downstairs, keeps her awake. When lacking noise her mind simply creates it's own, as a faint ringing plays in her ears, like the sound of changing between radio stations. Tonight would be different though, as she contemplates the sleeping pills on the night table. A crackling flash breaks her gaze from the bottle into the darkness in front of her.
"The pills would pull her under
a deep deep slumber
where neither lightning nor thunder
could render
her deep deep surrender."
She gathers her courage and reaches out blindly for the bottle, unscrews the lid, and swallows a pill whole, ignoring the glass of water that sat beside it. Now, the moment she dreaded; the wait before unconsciousness, like the few seconds after euthanasia, where the dog lies under the hands of strange men, before breaking through the instantaneous barrier of death. Falling down deep, deep, deep, into it's gaping void. Laying down with blankets tightly wrapped around her neck and shoulders, she listened to the ticking off the stopwatch in her head, staring into bleek opaqueness, before descending into the even deeper opaqueness, of sleep.
"The pills would pull her under
a deep deep slumber
where neither lightning nor thunder
could render
her deep deep surrender."
She gathers her courage and reaches out blindly for the bottle, unscrews the lid, and swallows a pill whole, ignoring the glass of water that sat beside it. Now, the moment she dreaded; the wait before unconsciousness, like the few seconds after euthanasia, where the dog lies under the hands of strange men, before breaking through the instantaneous barrier of death. Falling down deep, deep, deep, into it's gaping void. Laying down with blankets tightly wrapped around her neck and shoulders, she listened to the ticking off the stopwatch in her head, staring into bleek opaqueness, before descending into the even deeper opaqueness, of sleep.