I’ve been digesting what you sent
The only thing I need
is a reason to survive
because survival is not enough
looking that gift horse in the mouth
all I see are cavities
The darkness you want to devour
you
isn’t done with me yet
so take shelter in that fact
you aren’t prey to it yet
so don’t call up
what you can’t put down
That black hole is an eclipse
that shadows the light
of all hallow souls
so take the respite offered
by the spiral path it takes
to prepare yourself
for when it awakes
to your aching
yearning
and the moans you make
with each quivering quake
I’d stick my stick
in that hole
but I’m afraid
to see what returns up
the way I came down
Are you really prepared
to shed light on that
pitch blank snake?