Chasm

Chasm

 

 

The chasm stretches

wider, takes in tree roots,

purple flowers and hedgehog homes.

Feeding it seems like the best thing,

but it only grows in its immensity,

never settles with what it already has.

 

By necessity it formed,

by decades of perpetual hammering and floods

it tore the ground, became

a mouth-hole, wide and hungering

to increase its possession of the joyfully living,

to destroy the green sprouts of creativity

seeded by a fullness without fragmentation,

self-deceit or a draining wound, continuous.

 

By its nature, this chasm is a long pit,

entering the underworld, releases ghosts

and gases to toxify any hope remaining.

 

I wish I was a bird with a great wing-span, strong

enough to fly away from its vacuous maw.

But I am human, and it wants me inside its dirty

chamber, to lick the salt from my skin

with its sharp ridged metallic tongue.

 

 

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Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Raven Cage Zine #70” June 2022

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