day 239

i retreat into the catacombs
where light is but a memory
and dark my dearest friend;
in spaces tight, i huddle
my knees pressing against my chest,
i remain in the quiet until
i can bear it no longer,
resuming my journey through
the maze of my own making.

8.27.17

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