not in books

©2023 michael raven

dreams of
black worms
writhing
in my food
vomiting up
everything
as i stagger
sick down
long halls
her hand on
my shoulder
'there, there
we're almost
where we
need to be.
let it go,
let it go,
you'll feel
better if you
let it all
go', one last
step into a
night ocean,
umbral crystal
all around