In the dark
smelling wet earth
sadness sprouting from my head
like parisitic fungus
so I dig
and go deeper into
the black
turning my back on the light
and try to smother this thing
that aches in my chest
and maybe collapse
into myself
and then I keep digging
even though
my fingers are bleeding
and why am I doing this
and there's dirt in
my eyes
my hair
my nose
I'm coughing
and sinking
but it's all for the hope
that when I emerge
I will be
someplace
or
someone
different
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