Tuesday, January 6, 2015

the way out

you escape with a spoon.
digging, digging.
quietly.
it takes hours,
days, months. longer
sometimes,
depending on how
thick the walls
are. how soft the dirt is.
sometimes
the tunnel collapses
and you start all over,
but you keep at it,
before long
there is light.
there is air. there is
someone else waiting
on the other side.

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