Melatonin

The jailor ties my hands, legs, feet,

and leads me to the suspended blade.

Mind and metal both bow to his command.

Lie where sleep lies, he orders.

Close your eyes as fate closes his.

Reduce your mind like a nocturnal cat

that sheds its coat in darkness. The clock

blinks twice, its hands slinking like spies

along midnight’s spine.

There is no religion

which I can savor or blame.

Perhaps, from now on, all gods

will come in the form of a pill.

Say to me: tomorrow will be kinder, softer,

and more forgiving. The executioner

opens the trapdoor. Say morning will come

swiftly and gently, like a cloud from heaven.

Say it quickly as I plunge

into death’s lightest darkness.

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[2] https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/r8iql5/comment/hn7gkv0/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

Posted Dec 4, 2021, 4:21 PM UTC

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