In The Dark Poem by Nicole M. Martin

I went to the dark place
And held my red heart
In my own two hands
There, even your absence
Is a presence. It sticks
Like a pill in my throat
And forces me down
On my scarred knees,
Gasping for redemption.
Hot blood courses through
Me and out of me and
Pools on the frigid
Spine of the black earth.
The quiet is enormous here
Stretching over everything
Like a steel spider web
And my sobs are caught in
It to be devoured by some
God’s ancient, scarlet maw.
I am a prisoner of myself
And this war will not end,
Will not end until
I am ended.