I Found Myself Buried

I was naked, around twilight,

Covered in dirt and leaves

Having been buried alive,

By life buried.

A crawling mass of moist earth

Composed of dismembered deaths,

Colonies of feeding decomposers,

And my own fragile ego.

I must have sunk

From grace down to dirt

And been planted face-down,

Neglected and self-misused.

I suppose I slept

Because I dreamed vividly

In colors more vibrant and varying

Than I ever felt before.

I’d visited myself,

Seen the spectrum of my being

Like so many blends of fantasy and memory

Shifting perpetually within.

Only after waking

I recognize the implication

Of finding myself alive,

Head-first buried in a hole.

 

 

Down The Longest Stairway

Past the cellar doors and down the longest stairway,

Down the twisted steps of splintery rotted wood.

The cold and damp walls dripping wet with moisture,

And the dank earthy aroma fills my nose.

Minutes pass before I even reach the bottom.

The floor is carpeted, musty, and filthy with dirt.

It’s hard to breathe comfortably down here,

But there’s work to be done, however bad it hurts.

I tear the carpet open with my bare hands,

I rip and pull it out until it’s completely gone.

The floor is nothing now but moistened black dirt,

And an open pit that was covered so long.

Planks of aged wood cover this open sore.

I start pulling them away one by one.

Dirt and dust cover me, and fall into the abyss.

Slowly light begins to shine through the cracks.

Peering down into the pit I finally see,

I see the creature that was trapped and hid away.

I see it looking out, our eyes lock together.

What I saw down there,.. was me,… but not in just any way.

I shuddered,… I gaped,… My heart’s bleeding again.

So well hidden. So,… cruel and barbaric,… Is that really what I am?