The whole world rests in a violet darkness
All I can hear is my own breathing
much too fast and similar
A crackling of the dried out slime under my boots
and distant dripping of indeterminable character
Sent out to do a job I don't know
I sneak through the dark
All alone
I don't want to talk
even though the darkness is frightening
Don't want to reveal my anxiety
The helmet is too tight over my ears
a trapping ring of masked green
Camouflage in the dark
like pulling the plug even though the phone has been closed
A faint jarring of stone sandwich with mortar is heard
and the room becomes smaller
My senses scream and become a howling that only I can hear
as I run with my jaws pressed tightly together
towards an exit I don't know where to find
The darkness hits me like waves
with drowned bodies of cobweb and moths
and I pant and stumble
The wall reaches my feet and a second later my head
Desperately I get up on my feet
and keep my mouth closed with defiance and tears at the corner of my eyes
Thinking "I can make it if I want to"
but as the bricks scrape my knees and elbows
my lips part in one whispered syllable
"Help"
The most silent sound drowns all the noise and the darkness turns to light
The bricks reach my cheeks and turn to leaf-filled gusts of wind
And I feel a hand that is not my own
I am not alone
