The Cliff Dweller

(Written for 3rd person comp)

Jennifer stands in her twilight of lost
She has come to this place where sun meets moon in flight
To end what little that is left of her life and frightening thoughts
She is so very tired and longs for the dawn of permanent night
With stumble steps of booze and narcotic haze
She has veiled her sun with a bottemless cost
Now cold and alone she shivers her end of days

Unrecognizable to herself in her twilight of lost
She has not known Jennifer in so very long
She has poured her true self out with every swallow
Blurred pain and memories to nothing with euphoria of pill
She had long ago understood that her numbing was making her hollow
She had not understood it would take her to gone
And now mourns herself with a !Salut! and one last harsh swill

Jennifer sinks into her twilight of lost
Starts digging her grave with shaking fingers into cold of dirt
A tug of connection with Earth brings her a surge of warmth
The last heat of suns ray finds the rose in her cheeks
From somewhere deep she finds the will to let go of some hurt

Jennifer smiles in her twilight of lost
With this bit of warmth she glimpses hope
Her shaking fingers use what's left of her will
And she smashes her poison with a mighty stroke
Jennifer pops off the lid to her precious orange bottle
And she grinds up with a rock the last of her pills

Jennifer stands up tall in her twilight of lost
She waves a goodbye to her angel sun
She knows she will suffer a while through sweaty seas of night
With troubled sleep of turn and toss
She keeps a talisman shard of glass to rub as she fights
Her long nights journey to self now begun