Walls of Soil
Then There's You
It is like I’m in a trench.
Dark, muddy, surrounded by death, so putrid and ghastly. I am trapped within walls of soil, confined below the surface.
And the more it rains, the more difficult it is for me to get out, to climb these walls of soil that have now become mud.
I slip and fall and I lie there, surrounded by death, by darkness, waiting to be buried even further.
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