That feeling,
in the pit of your stomach;
the one that feels
like the bottom just fell out
of the world.
The dead weight,
like cement for breakfast.
That sour twisting
of an insane knife.
It is a warning
that things have now gone
from a place we understand,
into the dark unknown,
where fear lives
and monsters dwell.
A diabolical province,
into which,
we do not go willingly.
It is an omen.
A blind clairvoyant.
“Trust your gut.”,
they say without irony.
The sly smile,
the obfuscation,
the leering hands;
your stomach knows these.
The threat of violence.
The lying lover.
Adrenalin dump
and there goes the world,
down the bottomless
pit of shadows;
alien and relentless.
It is a terrible alarm
that you are entering
territory not your own.
It is a voice
in the darkness
calling out your name.
A lighthouse,
A beacon sound,
A herald’s trumpet,
blasting a signal
to let you know
that life is about to change,
forever.
It is terrorizing.
Immediate.
Unwelcome,
but wise.
That pain,
that knot,
that hole
in the pit of your stomach;
if it is one thing,
it is not a lie.
HG – 2018
