The pit.

- Diamond Tai (Wisconsin, USA)

I feel as if it’s always a part of me but isn’t me

The pit it grows and to people it’ll never show

The pit it hurts it consumes as if it’s a parasite

sucking the serotonin from my bones

The pit it follows it’s a carver it hollows out my

wood bones,

the pit it demands, it takes, it questions

The pit repeats over and over it hits again and again and it’ll never lose the fight.

The pit slightly tints the glints of things brighter than life

The pit watches me eat, the pit makes me repeat over and over bite after bite the pit controls.

The pit is a growing black hole that seems to never quit, the pit never fully consumes I climb up the pit slowly everyday

It pushes me back down every-time but as long as I start to climb before it starts to close the pit win’s the fight but I’ll keep my bite.