somewhere
in the dark, you take
a wrong turn.
there's no moon
no stars,
no lamps to guide you.
no map. no friend
whispering go back
go back, into your ear.
your intuition
is broken.
your gut
out of order.
you keep going,
touching the walls,
the trees,
the rocks
along the way.
the braille of life
at your fingertips.
you feel the cold water
circle your ankles
like metal.
you hear the strange
growl of animals in
the woods.
someone shouts out
your name from a roof top.
this is not the way home,
it is everything you feared.
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