Poem - Suspiciously Toward The Hell

suspiciously
toward
the hell
he
draws

I
reaches
without
the lazy
incantation
unlike
the wide-eyed
drug
black
time
absorbs

the ratty
pressure
catches
outside
the injury
many
hides
swiftly
dying
protest
weaves
between
the rotted
authority

toward
the meeting
collapsing
fist
encourages