The underbelly waits

fear, and hope and fear to hope

Succumbing
In the dark
tear drippings
blacken these edges
that cut deeply
upon fixed
        ripped
          alienated
          years
            ever
             despondent
   open             spaces

I RUN

Hiding behind a tree, closing my eyes
as screams wail, incessantly
loudly, from the forest breeze


Eyes wide shut
there seems to be more...
light...
promise, premise
seeing this way, holding blight bay


HOLD ON


I have to
       it'scoming
the presence


Slithering down the back, sliding mind
the ever present scream
I swallow it back
gagging upon the reflex
to punch holes,
in the fearful unknown

Oil slick stains the street
as I make rain bowed shapes
turning them upside down
treasure rains
splashing the ground


The underbelly waits


And I crawl upon its hanging weight
peeking out from behind my tree
I look for the beam of light
A blood red moon scrying
fright, ominously stares
whispering tree Leaves
                     ominously
                   vested
                 integrated
               needed
              giving
            lavished
         yearnings
      touch back

Promised

Escaping the dark hollow