Sink Hole

I wake up.

Oh no –

Another tortuous climb

 towards life I cannot reach.

Emptied,

I’ve become a shadow.

A thick fog

engulfs me.

Flattened.

Dread consumes me

– a toxic mold.

Slow death defeats me.

 Leaning

into another

kind of fall  

I cry out – soundlessly.

Outside my window

A five foot hole

threatens

to swallow me whole.

If only S/he

would fill

this abandoned well

with sheets of rain and pristine light…

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