Descending

Darkness, darkness descending

Doom impending

gloom as unholy hands grasp

my shivering soul,

drag me down

I scratch at the ground

To keep myself afloat.

But it’s not enough

in your burning eyes.

How could I trust

This hallowed ground

That threatened to swallow me,

and threw me to the street

As darkness leaked

from the very foundation.

BIO

Baylee Wagner has a Bachelor’s in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. She’s had a short story published in Cryptid Culture Magazine and a poem published in Polaris Literary Magazine. She’s currently pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing through SNHU.