by Alexis Marie

Lost in a Wonderland;

Drug land.

              No Man’s Land.

There’s an alter by my tombstone,

                The words ‘Lost Soul’

                     as my epitaph;

Waiting stands

the keeper of the Book of Life,

yet I don’t need to look to know the angels

etched my name away.

             Then Death

                             —she dons a black                                                   wedding dress.

               I take her hand,

and intertwine our fingers;

               my bride,

till she bids us part.

(C)Marie Meyers, 2013