Reverse - anger

It cannot be the same
She waits in the one
While the other moans in the hole
In the floor, in the wall

In and out, himself between them
Stands empty
And holding out his hands to both
Now screaming

As the shouting grows and grows
Louder and louder
With spaces of the same
Open silence

Yet watches on the edge of it
As if she were
Not to be pulled in
A hand could stop him

He is angry, his face grows
As if a moon rose
Of black light darkening
As if life were black

It is black
It is an open hole of horror
Of nothing as if
As if not enough
There is nothing