TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE
She is a beautiful, erotic mistress
who beckons me with slender fingers.
Her beauty radiates from her eyes
two deep, dark liquid pools
that threaten to swallow me
if I stare too closely, too deeply.
Her voice whispers seductively in my ear
filling my body with a red-hot desire.
“Just take the leap” she moans
“Close your eyes and give in to me.”
I lean over the edge of the cold railing
Gazing at the water that seems miles away.
“Come fly with me,” my mistress whispers
“Take my hand and you will be free
No more pain; no more heartache”.
I long to please her, so I step on the rail
Feeling her moist, warm breathe
on the bare skin of my neck
sending icy chills up and down my spine.
I shiver and almost lose my balance
In that moment, as I teeter on the edge between
life and death…
I choose life.
My mistress sighs, then leaves me
as I step away from the edge.
Life wins, once again,
but my heart knows that my mistress, Suicide,
will soon return for another try.
**NOTE: This is just a poem; I am not currently suicidal. When ideas for poems or fiction come to me, I have to get the thoughts out. I have felt this way, more times than I care to admit. But, just like in the poem, so far life wins.