Creeping, visceral tides of dark
like the vines of black ivy
slithering over his body,
covering him in black,
the darkness his comfort,
the silence his mistress.

He gazed into the abyss
and the abyss gazed back,
the curvaceous jaws
with teeth like scimitars
bit him in half, swallowed,
took the rest of him
into that warm, inviting mouth.