Trembling
Pitch dark
After concrete thunder.
Guessed what it was
Spitting out dust
In deafening silence -
Something heavy
Clamping my left foot.
Supine in blackness
Fingertips touching the void
Shouting “Help!” then waiting
Bawling “Help!” again...
Nothing.
Nobody comes.
Time collapses.
Dozing then sleeping,
Sleeping then dozing.
Waking to dread.
Everything unchanged -
Inky and noiseless.
Left foot pulsing
To thoughts of water
Cool cascades
And wailing “Help!” once more -
Aching for tiny sounds of rescue
When only
After concrete thunder.
Guessed what it was
Spitting out dust
In deafening silence -
Something heavy
Clamping my left foot.
Supine in blackness
Fingertips touching the void
Shouting “Help!” then waiting
Bawling “Help!” again...
Nothing.
Nobody comes.
Time collapses.
Dozing then sleeping,
Sleeping then dozing.
Waking to dread.
Everything unchanged -
Inky and noiseless.
Left foot pulsing
To thoughts of water
Cool cascades
And wailing “Help!” once more -
Aching for tiny sounds of rescue
When only
This hollow silence
Remains.
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