Fell

dark and dank
deep and asleep
fetid and foul
ensnaring and deep

this is where we are mired

ferocious and fierce
scabby and savage
destructive and deadly
held fast and trapped

high up and barren
cold and alone
a world of our making
kings of our own

falling apart
ruling a landfill
in need of a rescue
too proud to beg

this is where we’re surprised…

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