Once, I told darkness
You really are such a ****.
I heard no reply

From then on she grew
consuming regret growing
many supple limbs

ashen with floppy fingers
circling me I used to scream
maybe it will cease to sting

sometime in our future:
now darkness crawls out
hungering for more

I have nothing left to take
all around the insides trash piles stack
our cavern stinks

reeling as she’s ravaging
and growing too thin, my friend the darkness
took her last breath
as I watch cackling eyes aflame.

Fill a box with nothing and climb
inside to drown. Be silent.