Slithering.
The end curls into sight,
Growing, growing
Until it looms so large denying seems
Impossible.
Yet we can pretend to be blinded
Walk away
While it follows
Writhing, sputtering.
Defying gravity was no longer
Of wonder for denial seems
Easier.
And we fall, comforted, relived
Till it is upon us again
Cowering, raging.
And then no more.

And we forget.

We forget it returns.