is a game being played on me? poetry obsessively staring intothe abyss that does notstare back into meas i am eaten aliveby everything else butthe abyss not acting at all Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
Love how short this piece is and yet how evocative it feels!