Rooting around in the hidden place of the soul cellar
you uncover some creeps and crawlers that wait for your passing
with a scared belly your pretend courage helps
as you dig the depraved earth for the blackest midnight gem
the one that will guide you down the blood and guts trail
to the sacred spot where you buried your hope in the debris of your worst mistake
* I’m writing a novel and because I’m going to make the rounds to agents when it’s finished, I won’t post any excerpts. I will however write verse that relates to the passage I’m currently working on.