
Typewriter Series #2642 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Hole in me, size of all that’s prayed to
by all those that pray,
hole in me, deep and dark and
devourer of gravity, of
what’s left of light.
Pour in what I’ve got to pour in,
hungry in an unfillable kind of way,
all this is that, echoless drops
into reflectionless pool
I know is there.
Call me cannibal
as I try to erase it, as I
scream into the pit
as to not become it,
call me cannibal
but tell me I’m making
a dent.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on June 22, 2019 17:28