This Mortal Coil

Violently I am ripped awake, sweat pouring down the creases of my face. Trembling I reach for water. When will l be free of these nightmares? Persistent, encroaching, night after night. Will I have no peace?

Swallowing a handful of capsules, I eagerly await the sedative. Five minutes in this world is too long. My heart catches, a momentary halt in time. In drunken parody the room spins.

Faces of people, distorted, swim before my outstretched hands. Screaming faces intruding, unwanted. Faces of echoes long lost from this world. Their open mouths and wide eyes accusing me… Wretched in anger, collective in pain.

I fall forward. Flailing arms failing to help. I have no balance, no control. Like a child, I am powerless. Exposed to the outside and tortured from within. In my grasp there is a gun. There is a solution. This is my life? Come, bring me death.

This Mortal Coil

Joanna Beilby

East Bentleigh, Australia

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