It I sat in the garden, would the
darkness engulf me. Would it come
down from the skies and devour
my soul leaving behind only bones.
Or maybe if I sat cross legged on
the damp grass the worms would
burrow above ground and feast
upon my skin whilst the world watched.
Then the Owls could peck away
at my organs as the foxes drank my blood.
I wonder if I were to look long enough
into the darkness…
Karen Hayward ©2016