Dark Depth

I want to crawl in hole,

deep and black

and sit in it’s cold darkness

and think.

Cover me in dirt

that smells like beginning,

so that I might hear the world moving.

I want to feel the dampness,

deep and black,

as I hide in the shadows

trying to lose you.

Dark hole cool my heated heart.

My thoughts…

cannot forget what I hide.

Celeste Crandal

December 1994, age 18

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