Oil

I stood beneath the hull
Pearlescent, a shell
Tar dripped down into my eyes
There was the house beneath which I climbed into

Day and night the tar fell; I plugged the openings with my shoe
I climbed into the living room and the tar followed
The pressure above caused wood to break in two

I fell into the maze
Where my hands, slick with glaze
Tar dripped down into my eyes
Worked along the surface of thedarkfloor

A rumbling beneath my bare feet reminded me of doors

Slamming shut around me and the tar followed

A moment of clarity between the doors

Tar dripped down into my eyes