Bottled

Alone

I’m tired
Of being alone
How long?
I ask myself
Though I know
That the answer is
“Forever”

Death’s Whiff

The faint whiff of death

Was diffusing

Slowly finding way

Into life

Paralyzing

Getting a strong grip

Of everything it passed through

It was slow poison

Fatal

Screamed lethal ever so silently

Taking them away

Forever into her abyss