the room was dark.
snakes coiled in ceilings
and on floors.
their bite is sharp
but they move slow.
in the bowels of bricks
and mortar.
the gnashing and wailing
of teeth.
kind words from barbed
tongues.
bleeding red for a bit
of green.
my toes curled
and my belly curdled.
sinking feeling.
my soul’s plummet
to bottom basement.
if i could ask for more.
nay i have asked for more.
walls speak louder to me
than whispers sent
to heaven.
perhaps i should speak to hell.
or speak of hell.
this is the land of the living.
an inferno
in an internal heart.
beating optimism.
again and again and again.
no end in sight just
rabbid wolves chasing
in delight.