I’m falling
into a
hole in
the floor
unable to
escape, following
tunnels trailing
bottomless caverns
descending stairwells
tumbling downwards
doors open
dark rooms
repeat, stumbling
feet, going
deeper, dimmer
further, under
the abyss,
Muffled gates
open to
gloomy gardens
dead flowers
hanging heavy
forgotten, exhausted
staying, laying
in decay
with botanical
skeletons – not
wilted, deceased
smothered by
the blackness
Grey oozes
out of
what was
green, melting
into muddy
sibylline soup:
suffocating beneath
the lithosphere.