a dent in the fabric
of time and space
light is gone
without a trace
in it sucks,
in.
in.
in.
wearing everything down thin
willing or un-
it matters not
destruction uncaring
of second thought
bigger and bigger
and bigger still
it's not stopping
never will
sucking it down
all that's in reach
to feed a greedy
singularity
YOU ARE READING
elegiac
Poetrymy heavier poems marked as mature for discussion of death, unhealthy eating habits, blood, cutting, apocalypse, shameless lack of capitalisation, a smattering of swearing, gambling, alcohol, addiction, self-loathing, suicide you know very fun things
