Dot Dot Dot
What do you do
when your head feels like
a million pounds,
your chest is buried
underground,
where worms and slugs
and filth abound,
and rocks compound overhead,
compounding a heaviness
which even the heaviest cannot heave.
Where mere moments make a millennia
of torment -
For sleepless nights
make endless days
and endless days make immortality -
And mine is underground
Far
Far
Underground
Where hell itself resounds
in my head,
and my screams shriek in silence,
drown out by fear.
And breath escapes me.
Where stillness surrounds me,
and turmoil wins
ever winding,
wondering when I might
snap
Please,
I cannot
don't let me
go back...
Copyright © Rebecca Kiser | Year Posted 2025
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