Stained and callused heels wisp into the warm entrance
Followed by darkened soot toes
Wiggling through the tight corridor
Which is black
black as night
black as day
All blackened by dust and grime and time
Panting breaths
Squirming, slapping heavily at slippery walls for purchase
The stale air senses fresh of light-
But it is from behind the chilled feet
struggling to push away with flaps and kicks
A cold burst of air and
all tightens in the secret groove but for the scurry of escape and survival
And there
of course
The knuckled and rough hand
GROPING
for the bony grasp of ankle
Mind racing, small pale hands finding the familiar grooves of safety
and pulling, pulling
Too late
Always too late
Finger and thumb encircle delicate bone and yank, yank
Yank away
bloodily
the tired and aching palms
Nothing but slippery
Now wet
stone to flail at
Drip drop of excruciating struggle-fight as the porous membrane of weak stone slowly crumbles in
tasting red rust iron
flowing tumbling heaves of water pressure
To fight and encase in the drowning catastrophe,
Unaware of the fortitude incoming if time will allow,
Or slip away into the cold past of gargantuan mucous slime globules of complicit
infantile
baby and massive
tired and needy
A Game
A Neverending game with no cards or miniature figurines of plastic
A Game
Play in the sheets
Bounce on the mattress
Touch wanton
Angerry
Feel me up
Take me like the alien crane rigs that plummet into the humus earth and suck the tumbling slick oil and blood, dissolved into passing words and cold stares
Force me into a square
then a circle
with aching crackling bones too young to feel the pain of slash
tear of age
creeping of terror mounting
Always too young
Always too small
Finally you leave me in tumble of lines and curves
sharp and heavy
I am dissolved and cracking
You are too heavy on me
Soft hairless skin gives way to smooth jagged ribs
to tight scuttling pectoral
to heaving bleeding heart
You believe you have assimilated and taken all to take
Me too
The clouds burn off in the lilting sun reveal no wisping of white beard
No flutter of pure cloak
She is not in the heavens alone, dear
they whisper faintly at night
In the space that entombs around like sarcophagus of clay and wilted gold leaf
She is deep in the ground
high in the trees
lone to your soul
Reject and stop breathing
Not to begin again For years
Years of tangled heartbeat
chuckled breathes
Sickly sweet words that roll from the tongue
To Leave gashes of brown and yellow
The hand transforms into
Mashes into
Twists into
A new smell
a darker chocolate of skin
The rough and tumble of scrambling among hidden smoothed rock tightens and shortens
Finally the little feet slip into a chamber
A new chamber
Always there but
Oh god almighty it has been entranced
Or,
It has been exited
Finally
The stale air of years restrained
Rush from wrinkled shrunken lungs
Remember
Remember?
The corridor and heeling overhead
talll halls of cavernous splotches of light
With roaming beasts skinned with the lost soul of forgotten child
It has been exited and here,
In deep dark but sweet lightness
Curled in arcing soft lime
No need to inhale, to excrete or fluidate or swell
Just hum
Hums swirl into chorus
Cacaphony of chortles and song
Safe at last-
but first
Slam fist against brick
watch the entrance tumble away,
Last fissure of light twinkle gone
And now
Release the spirit into that space of enclosed warmth and blood
Watch it twind and buckle and swirl
Happy
A sweet smile
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