I run away, towards the edge.
with the relentlessness
All the mistakes, morphed
into demonic monsters;
flayed torsos, beating hearts open
for surgery; Eyelids removed, open-eyed sleep;
Muscles in legs churning in full view, propelling
emaciated bodies, screams
from mouths with no lips, caterwauls
of hunger and pain rattle my ears,
never-ending vibrations of torment.
The edge is near, the cliff is finite.
Below the waves roll like wild horses
stampeding suicidally against the rocks.
I run over the edge, a looney character
thinking air is concrete. The fall doesn't hurt,
it's pleasant, like a morphine drip.
The nightmare lemmings follow,
a second stampede
flying after me.
It's a spectacle. We need the
big-top now, with the side-show
and a barker selling overpriced tickets
to all the marks.
Let's look under the waves, I think,
as I get ready for the splash.