The Pit

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

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