Crawl. Crawl out.

Something is scraping. Nails on steel. Push and push up. Blood runs down fingers, down mouth, taste the spit. Cough, keep climbing. Hands raw, eyes raw. Reach the top, but you were already climbing down.

I don’t like this. Please don’t make me go, i don’t like this game anymore. Please don’t make me go. Too deep, too bare. Desperate brutality. A fuzzy red haze. Fading glow, it’s lost. I can’t stop you, please don’t make me go.

One Response to “Crawl. Crawl out.”

  1. toto toilets Says:

    A mouse may help a lion.