Fingers cast above me
As I venture into darkness
Cackling wind-whipped voices
Daring me on
Hair falling to ensnare me
To capture me
Holding me from truest want
Infinite eyes take shape
Judging me
For wishes unfulfilled
Howling snakes through limbs
Reaching out to
touch
Are they here
Will they stop me
When I’m almost there
My final test
Last chance to turn back
An unearthed hole
Ready to swallow me
I tumble
Willingly
Into freedom
© Erin Quill. All Rights Reserved.
Erin Quill is a picture book writer attempting to learn Adobe Illustrator, cat wrangler, Dark Poet, and audiobook enthusiast. Loves to spend time in the sun.