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Written on April 13th 2025 for Sara Jama's Prompt The Cold Embrace of Death

Reverberated within the empty chambers of my soul,  
As I soak my skin in a clawfoot tub, drowning in my sorrows.  
Daring the waves to wash me away,  
I lay barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of Merlot.  

Dismembered voices and I shared a night of haunting memories,  
As suppressed trauma resurfaces,  
My life flashes before my very eye,  
Murmurs of a soft lament of what could have been.  

At that moment, I was drunk with clarity,  
As I swashed the bottle swirling, a whirlpool of emotions.  
The red-stained taste of tomorrow’s regret coated my lips;  
In this state and plane of existence, my ghosts and I find solace  
In our shared suffering.  

I ask the Lord for respite from the unyielding ache  
Of unrequited love,  
Lying in stillness, for I am but a cast of your shadow,  
Like a wilting deadly nightshade.  

Breathless without rays of love to quell me,  
Forgotten upon a dusty shelf,  
Hexed by Eros’s wayward lovelorn arrow,  
Left to wander this plain perplexed.  

Pondering if you were both in cahoots,  
All the while, the unbearable ache of my burgundy beating chambers  
Spills into the tub.  
Then slowly,  
I sip,  
I drip,  
I slip,
Into,
The cold embrace of death.

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