The Shadowy Stair

Darkness waiting for the slightest provocation…

This yawning black is
Looking back at me
Like I knew she’d be,
Peeking from a distance
Just beneath my periphery
I’m trying to focus on what is
But she’s everything that isn’t
A prism of shadow
Hypnotizing twilight
My eyes flutter in the half-light
And suddenly
I’m at the bottom of the stairs
Staring at the first step again
And the riser looks higher…