13 February 2008

a boy abyss



The trapdoor opens,
up jumps the spook
grabs me, sticks its
dirty fingers in,
prods, pokes, divides,
soundly scourges my hide
from the inside out,
a nasty surprise, suddenly
I'm sobbing, choking with pain,
in the car @35 mph,
grey sky closing in.

Just as suddenly,
out drops the bottom,
empty, black as a
shadow sailing away,
but the pain goes
and that's the big thing,
the only thing.

The abyss
persists.



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