A Hole to Curl Up in

Arms encircling your knees

tighter and tighter.

Curling into a ball shrinking

smaller and smaller.

Clenching of your heart

Breaking of your fall

Tearing in your eyes

Screaming to the wall.

Bruised and battered

Violated and caged

Blandly broken

Never spoken.

Design of scars

Them twisting like vines

The wounds tangle and mangle

Locked scraggly lines.

No strength for a fight

Instead you take flight

To the place of

Nothing.

Devoid of

Everything.

A hole of

Empty space.

One that swallows

and

Drowns.

Perfect for

crawling in

It always has been. 

~ keli ~