i awake with a sharp pain.
it manifests itself from a jet black pit
that feeds and feeds on itself, yet continues to grow in mass
i lay in my crevasse.
earth rotates and my body sinks to the foundation
paralyzed with the monstrous ache.
the clock continues to tick
despite the world coming to an end
coming to my end.
so i rise.
i pour a cup of tea
and i sit inside that jet black pit
until it bites at my skull,
eventually slithering into my psyche
and i am consumed.
i awake
with the responsibility to be.
so i tuck in my pain.
i exist to stay alive.
i start my day.
