Woah. Death is scary. To expect it and keep thinking about it (tiptoe on broken glass that isn't there) is even more scary. Dusk bleeding through your walls is a very creative image. I have a couple of moments to read and comment on poems. I will leave a better comment later. But wow, I am so in love with this.

Man this gave me the chills. What a thought! Very vivid and touching

After reading this for few times, the title hits hard. Yes just that word descending, I dont know if you meant it to have a big meaning, but for me it's really dark. I cant describe what's in my brain.

Also I LOVE the repetition of this part "hands sanitised to the bone", it's like it left me bruised and my bones are aching.