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Halloviven
I'd heard the term Lugubrious, as if directed by a slur;
mangled by the ugliness of its wherewithal - the consequences it implied.
It entrenched me in myself even further than before,
except this time I sought solution, or at the very least, a barrier:
something that would force me to stop.
Embraced by the fog, lead through spacious halls
with dim lights, heavy dust and vacuous appeal;
I was thwarted in my perils by a hole
that everything seemed to run to, and conclude with.
It gaped soundlessly, aside from the faint swish of rushing air:
robbed from the living by a manic and somehow empty glutton.
It was infuriatingly pointless, greedy,
and at odds with everything, everywhere, and would be forever.
It met me with its vacancy, accustomed and ensured,
until I sat and stared into its wide center.
There were no eyes to meet, but something transfixed me,
set a shake to spine, and became present.
I stood, turned, and walked.
