In my dream I ask for a lethal injection.

Foetal on a hospital bed, I wait for it to take effect.

Nothing more to say, nothing more to do.

All worries, now redundant, pack their bags and leave.

Stuart is here, and Tash and Chris and Jane.

Not grieving, just bearing witness to my peaceful departure.

I feel nothing and it is wonderful.

 

When I wake

The gentle feeling

Of being

Filled

With emptiness

Remains.

I walk along the beach

A ghost

Empty space within.

Empty space without.

A shimmer.

A glamour.

A translucent outline

Moving between sand and sea.

The lightness (in all senses of the word) beguiles me

And death's icy fingers lose their grip

In the heat of this new day.