Chasm. A poem.

I stared into the chasm and it stared right back at me. My cries echoed off its pithy walls until I nestled silently in its precipitous embrace. The chasm walls engulfed me; the sky above sequestered and aloof. The comforting, yet uncomfortable damp and dark engaged my palate until I could consume no more. TheContinue reading “Chasm. A poem.”