Swallowed Whole

Banner worn. Torn and tormented.

Thrown to the ground like an old dog turning,

churning, yearning for that sensation.

The black face, it calls.

Its wide mouth a crevasse, a gaping hole to hell in a face of shame.

It has eaten me.

I am devoured.

The acid tickles my skin and peels me away ever so gently.

It’s just like falling asleep.