Dry and solid; raw and bleeding

This cartilage of pain

Was cradling inside

A spiral of darkness

Out of space and of time.

It had come back to haunt me

So I went into the tunnel

Following it.

It felt dry and solid,

Yet it was raw and bleeding.

The tears came down my face,

Yet still flooded my inside

With toxic fumes of

Inextricable proportions.

I aired the room

And pretended my breath was that of a living creature.

Little did I know what it meant.

When I went into the tunnel,

I wasn’t meant to come back.

I rather would have stayed

But the light disappeared

And sent me back to a

Miserable life

Of karmic disproportion in a cosmic game.