The Moon Eats Me in My Living Room

[makeshift]

A silver bell hovers
above the skylight—
louder in the earth
than my ears.

It sinks,
slowly through the ceiling
like a dime descending 
to the ocean floor

then engulfs the colour
off the off-white walls
washed in my lamp’s vanilla cast

and piece by piece
pulls the whole house 
between it's lips.

Only me and it remain—
a sunless earth
stalked by the moon.

I feel it's concaves
colliding with mine.
like two tectonic plates
uncompleting each other,
a hole inside a hole.