JUDGEMENT

in the core of my body

there sits

an unwelcomed, but expected, guest:

impending doom.

the morning air is still,

but salty and dense;

it slithers down my throat

constricting my airways

tighter and tighter

with every inhale.

the savory waves of my mistakes

cry like mourning lions.

they have become

too loud to cast out.

my skin notices

the presence of fate.

i wait for her to

numb my flesh

with 1,000 cuts of her

dark scythe.

anticipation stings

every pore.

it's judgement day.

(This is part two of a three part series. Part one of this series is titled, "LIMBO." It can be found by clicking here.)