Used to Be
Posted on May 13th, 2018
This lightless realm is not new to me, and it welcomes its visitor with fog lazily grazing my cheeks, tasting as dew does. I walk through the wet soil and grass, heavy mud splattering and collecting between my toes and on the bottoms of my feet. My shoes seem to have disintegrated as I don’t recall removing them. Or perhaps I never wore them and left them with the sun. The temple I am searching for peels from the inside, widened around the cornered edges, and creaks a welcome upon approach. I can already hear the groggy black spiders with fuzzy abdomens and legs start their task of weaving fresh webs. I have seen these webs discarded and woven upon my exits and entrances.…