Encroaching Darkness

darkness is washing over me
like spilled black ink
viscous puddles on my skin
like oxygen-rich blood
iron-tinged air

darkness is icy breath
on the back of my neck
skeletal fingers
sensually stroking my spine
leaving me no-comfort cold
painful goose bumps
raised on my pale skin

darkness is wrapping its gray smoky tendrils
around my throat
caressing me like a lover
who does not respect
my safe word
tightening ever so slowly
into a noose
stealing my breath
stealing my voice
seeking to obliterate
to lay waste

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

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