I am at the Penrose Steps, Bereft

I bring a mallet, a hammer

To the Penrose steps

I tear up the carpet with my teeth

Ripping threads

From the root

My fingernails scratching at the screws

Of the floorboards, blood is pouring

Down my arms

Tears drench the ripped yarn

The mallet is swung

There will be no stairs for us to

Dance on

Through the peril

Onwards, past infinity

I climb further

Than our cycle

I am caught

In a snare,

Someone stares

Without a care

Consumed by

The shadow

In the valley of death

I know I have to sit

In this trap

Through the window

In the clouds

Appears a gap

Begging prayers

Spewed

Crouched, gouged

From upon the weight of

My kneecaps