I lean from the crumbling stone wall, grab the rope, and slide into Unknown
A valiant soldier rappelling to enemy ground
Down through thick night-black
Down past hairy spiders, past suffocating claustrophobia
Dark closets
Past monsters, kid-napping bogeymen
Demonic clowns
Deeper, deeper, walls close in
Until one shoulder brushes death
And the other desertion
Toes anticipating bottom
Stretching, reaching
Rope’s pulled taught
No room to swing
Ankles scrape addiction
It’s close
Clamped jaws
Crushed teeth
Un-flexed hands
Let go
Heart thumps
Stomach rises
Centimeters
Lost in miles
Terrified, I
Finally
Land in
Love’s
Merciful
Loam
Bio
Laura’s buried horror would be a life without creativity. Through writing, photography, and visual arts, she is able to ward off the big, dreary Monotonous Monster that threatens her world with mediocrity. Over the years, she has had her poetry/prose published in chapbook anthologies, poetry newsletters, and local creative publications.
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