Hell Cycle, Part 2

I hide in her hell hooded pitcher plant

Hell hides my bog body long tubular stalks of hollow leaves

Curved urns dissolve the soft parts of my body leaving the skeletal remains at the bottom 

Bones soak slow pitch drop experiments bottomless pit


I hide in her hell a horizontal head across networking ribs     My wide wings split downward

I hide in her yellow sulfur surface bronze red     The curved bristles directed downward drink my body pit nectar

Hell hides horizontal underground and the poor nutrient soil splits pit hairy bodies

Hell soaks false windows long tubules with hollow leaves


I hide in her hell rosettes of smaller pitchers     Waxy slippery walls line my head in cells

Yellow feathers grow from my face and pitch cooks it down to froth and feelers

Hell throws my pliable body pitch ditch bottomless pit

Light shines through the patches splits my face further into the pitcher