slip into something a little more suffocating,
let water seep in and pull you down into
the darker abyss into the endless night,
a hollowed whale cry echoes out to
cradle as you sink in deeper
and deeper into the quiet.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
slip into something a little more suffocating,
let water seep in and pull you down into
the darker abyss into the endless night,
a hollowed whale cry echoes out to
cradle as you sink in deeper
and deeper into the quiet.