Thoughtless froth

Black liquids draining from concrete 

Heavy fuzz and gutless sludge

Wading but not concentrating

Fading and drifting into the underground

The cave has fallen in 

My skin catches on its deformed spines 

Feeling myself peel away

descending into its gathering night

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a great metaphor...i lived in the Bronx for my first nine years...i know that feeling of the concrete...literally...but how it is used here is excellent...how life can deform our heart and soul until we are just descending into those alleyways in the gathering nights..
the alleyways of despondency....

nice write, Wraith...