After
holes in existence;
gaping open to swallow the unsuspecting.
black to the point of the darkest purple.
mouths to the embodied hell of earth.
the passerby are unaware
and so they go without a thought.
they cannot escape the unknown.
tar-like blood on the floor of the entrance
and its suction makes it nearly inescapable
for the paws of the unwary.
meaning the weary, who are the frequenters,
have no chance.
and they are driven down with the gravity
of guilt.
anguish and pain, weeping wailing and gnashing of
teeth.
the weary traveler of life's path is unexpectedly
driven from existence
and into the suffocating abyss beyond.
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