Abyss Mal

   Standing

at the end of it all

you’ll see slate

specked with midnight

your calloused hands

clutching goose-kissed arms

nipples setting

against the scratch

of your woolen shroud

drops of sweat

spreading across your nape

   In the face

of such human sensations

it will take real gall

to listen for my voice

calling

   don’t go without me

   don’t leave without me

   take me with you

but you will jump anyway

Go ahead and jump