Gravity always wins.
It's so much easier to fall in
than it is to claw your way back out
like an undead monster, fingernails
caked with dirt, fighting through fog
on a moonless night, inches from the rim,
only to slip
and return in an instant
to grim visions of sinuous roots
and dead flesh writhing with worms.
A nine-eyed black rabbit
led me down this hole, the way paved
with the greatest of intentions.
I found myself stranded
in a shadowy dimension,
ankles shattered,
dreaming of a key in a doorless room.
March 2023
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