A Dance with Despair

We’re all alone in here,
just me and the big “D.”
I have my back against the wall
and he has his claws around me.

This is how we dance,

my lover, the big “D” and me;
a dance to the Death,
to the place without light.

We’ve dipped and we’re spiraled
into the pit, that black hole.
Into fog, endless night, “D” leads me
and holds me, pliant and low —
then slams the door fast behind us
and devours me whole.

— Elaine Pedersen ©

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