Reverse - MoriArty

It cannot be the same

She waits in the one

While the other moans in the hole

In the floor, in the wall

In and out, himself between them

Stands empty

And holding out his hands to both

Now screaming

As the shouting grows and grows

Louder and louder

With spaces of the same

Open silence

Yet watches on the edge of it

As if she were

Not to be pulled in

A hand could stop him

He is angry, his face grows

As if a moon rose

Of black light darkening

As if life were black

It is black

It is an open hole of horror

Of nothing as if

As if not enough

There is nothing