Glowing Holy Hell with A Dirty Smell

She waits.

Sunlight glaring.

Never daring to accept it.

So she stays

laying in the dirt

asking for the earths embrace.

Rejecting it.

After a while

The ants begin to gather

and say

Great, dead meat

lets eat.

The ground just wont stop being at her feet

Her heart continues to beat

She cant deal

She prepares herself as a meal

And is surprised she doesnt like how it feels.

She's starving, while heaving

keeling over to spill

Nothing.

Tar.

Toxic waste.

No space for a baby to grow

No room for light to show

just a blackhole

driving her into the ground like a mole

Shes a hidden soul

in a glowing holy hell with a dirty smell.

So I wrote this when I was feeling particularly pitiful a week or two ago. I feel better now but I still like the poem. Did some revision to post on here. Would love any feedback since Im pretty new to poetry. Also "ground wont stop being at her feet" sounded familar to me? If anyone recognizes it let me know. I hope its just been bouncing around my head a while and I havent taken it from a song Ive heard or something.

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