when the tunnel takes me
to that place
i know i am
descending into madness once again
nothing about that room is right
it’s a cold crazyquilt of colors
that jangle and shift
and the only way out
is down those slippery stairs
the paint peels
and flakes of it fall like toxic snow
as i grasp the handrail
and force myself once again
to face my demons
and prove myself once more
to unnamed gods

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Dealing with one’s demons.


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  • woodie123
    woodie123over 1 year ago

    Sounds remarkably like one of my dreams, perhaps I`m not the only one. Thank you I liked this.

  • I’m glad it spoke to you but sorry you have those dreams too.

    – RC deWinter

  • Jenifer DeBellis
    Jenifer DeBellisover 1 year ago

    Click on the banner to go straight to the permanent feature gallery.

    Jenifer, Anna, and Sybille

  • Always an honor, dear women, and much appreciated, thank you all.

    – RC deWinter

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