Belly of the Beast


It’s subtle, but it’s there.  The chasm opens wide ready to swallow.  If I don’t keep my wits about me, I’ll end up in the belly of the beast.  I feel it.

I question the reasons why.  The retribution we must pay.  Will it ever be enough?  Or will the demons demand a higher price?

I deny the despondency, turning toward the light, I hold tight to the hope of tomorrow.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

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