Shadow Street Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

I am walking
dim, uncharted territory,
a long, long street
where doors are
coffin lids
and the inside of
shrouded windows are
wreathed with black roses.
I paddle
in my own piss
longing for dry land,
drained, and suspicious of
the stillness
feeling numb,
praying that
my brain will end.
Rigor closes
my sagging jaw.
Teeth clenched,
I see ahead arid land,
not quite barren, not quite dead.
There, in sight,
Hells grinning signpost...
directing the unknown.
I turn my head.
Nobody's there.
I am alone.

Sally Plumb