Grief

The black gossamer threads wrap around the small of my back,
Taping out their seductive tune against the vertebrae-
One by one up to the base of my spine,
Whispering like a temping lover in the night,
Join us.

Let waves of darkness crash over you,
Submerse yourself in their inky hues and give in-
Let go-
Don’t fight anymore.

I can feel the undertow pulling at my toes,
Its persuasive pressure surrounding my skin
As the waves build and crescendo into a Siren symphony,
Doubling in intensity as the longing grows.

A longing to be pulled under,
Down where I can wrap myself in hues of despair-
Suffocating on sobs caught in my parchment throat-
Afraid for the lighted hope of day.