the underground

i went underground

with her.

deep into the catacomb,

where the dead lie.

cold, and damp.

what little light there

was

came from desire.

a small flame

burning slowly out.

i could see my name

etched in the stone.

i could smell death coming,

hear its footsteps.

a long black night it was.

until i left.

and whoever she was

remained.