The Volley, the Crash, and the Whirl

The room capsized
And gave way
To the weight of our howls.
I couldn't decipher it
As much as I strained
To wade the water
Of the depths of it all.
First there was penetration of the surface
Then it sunk
Deep
Past the light shallow;
I couldn't view
What lied
Beneath the pressure
Of seconds, minutes, hours,...what?
Comply to the...
The dark.
I have no choice
But to inhale the few pockets
I can catch
With an alien...
Breathtaking.

Pissant

Pressure at the tip
And release.
A clear stream
Arcs over the bound,
Joins the pool
And I stare at it.
Nothing.

Untitled

Fear is locking your doors.
I chose to walk
Through the power outage
And into the woods.
I felt the teeth of myths
Sinking into my throat.
Stalkers snored from the bushes
As I crept on by.
And though there was nothing at all
Breathing down my collar
I still shivered
And looked behind me.
A mouth opened up before me
And I fell into its gape,
But it was fatigue which took me away
To shelter and to bed
Where I would finally awake.