EYELINE

my eyes
slowly adjusting
to the darkness

yet in the same darkness
my mind going
billion percent Lovecraft
gone
in thirty seconds

imagining every
conceivable category
of inconceivably
ghoulish beings

and most
truly terrifying thing
of a writer
one who
lives and
dies
by imagination

no paper
no pen

not a scrap or
stub at all

Published by Damian Garside