Shivering,
Chilling my bones
Chattering teeth
Darting eyes,
One to the next.

Around me, this expanse
of holes...
Trypophobic, they claim
I disagree - I fear
Death, nightmares,
the monsters that wait,
perched patiently in their lairs.

Anticipating my every tremor -
Can they smell my unbridled
despair?
Can they hear the
Unmistakable thundering
of my heart?
Can they already savour
The salty product of my
pure, untainted anguish?

Around me, this expanse
of holes...
Enough, to send the world
spinning, yet not fast enough
To whisk me from my misery
Time slows
Marked by my every laboured breath.

I wish to still
My fragile body
Shattered soul
Lost hope, as
creatures
buried deep,
emerge silently.

Fangs gleaming of prey
long before me,
Talons bared
Eyes that can see right
through me.

I want to run,
Where to?
Around me, this expanse
of holes...
Surround me,
suffocate me.
Touch the ends of the
Earth, torn, vibrating.
The history of demons.

I crave a sanctuary,
solid, man-made, predictable.
A heaven, the road clear
of savages, and
holes that
line the road to hell.

How can I grow,
if my foundation is brittle,
riddled with holes
each a step closer
to crumbling
like me, at this moment
Crumbling.