The darkness slithers unto me at once.
There is no warning, no signal, that
in a moment I will be swallowed by
the pitch black from which there is
Until, that is, it chooses to move on,
to find new prey on which to feed or
eyes from which to draw unending tears.
Until it chooses to move on I sit in
And wait for it to go, only to decide
one day to unexpectedly return…