Once more
I can hear it crawl towards me
In the infinite moving dark
Claw turns to slither
Echoes without placement
Each sound closer than the last
My heavy breath giving voice
Breath cool on my face
Rancid in deceit
If I open my eyes
I can give my fear form
Not a muscle working in unison
Eyelids like ancient divers leaded boot
Stuck in the silt
Heart and breath in explosive race
Face to something not quite face
Don’t look
Let me see suns grace
Once more
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2025
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