The pit is bottomless.
It is reigned by detestable creatures
half formed and shifting-
Their teeth like splinters,
their breath the smell of rotting flesh.
They never take shape,
Even their edges are smudged,
But they poise to pounce at your weakest.
And you fall by your own volition
Down, and still farther down.
Because falling is simple
And the pit is yours.
