The down-low

Deep into the abyss she stared,
Wondering whether a tear drop would reach the bottom.
“Pointless, already at rock-bottom,” she said.
The darkness of the chasm, Piercing the very soul;
The pull in the eyes, Shattering every hope.
But tears alone don’t give the blur,
So could a glow….
Stargazing she crept,
Heart racing it went,
Blood pacing she felt,
Downcasting…a melt,
Ask the DJ… he’ll tell you more of…
TURN TABLES.
~Daabris