I Offered Myself to the Night

I offered myself to the night.

"Feed on me," I said.
"Feed me,
as you feed on me,
as I feed you,
as I feed on you,"
until we became the snake
that eats its own tail.

"What is to become of us?"
A story only time would tell.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

You may have written the definitive poetic description of dysfunctional relationships.

[Wesley Dingler]

Perhaps, I did. I wasn't thinking that but maybe that's what was all along. I was simply thinking about all of the nights, years ago, when I was up till daybreak, offering myself to the night, one word at a time it seemed.

[Wesley Dingler]

It was misery, looking back. But so much goodness came out of me during it.