I’m a beetle in a city’s underbelly; unknown to me..
Behind me echoes. Footsteps, heavy, kissed with limp.
Ahead an eerie shimmer blinds; is it hope or corpse-light?
My breath is labored; stitches burning, limbs are jelly;
in my mouth a taste of copper; my brow is sweat.
Between each heartbeat there’s a pause; singed with death.
On the walls are shadows, ahead lies gallows.
I’m on the run, escaping from a past; from buried matters.
When suddenly, I’m in our bedroom; trapped in bed-cloth.
Beside me: you. Your breath’s a gentle breeze, and
I breathe myself to different dreams.
This prompt made me think of nightmares and running through corridors so I decided to go for a more poetic theme than a real story. Last week I did not have time to answer the comment on my blog. But I did leave comments on all that commented on mine.
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January 18, 2017