Peer
Location
Black satin covers drapping over me
I push away, but the
Layers upon layers only suffocate me more
Deep trenches of black
Blind opportunities to
Seek further in finding my footsteps
Forests of black trees
I sink further into the hands
Of Earth, inching further down
My eyes fall closed
Through the satin covers
The Trenches and Forests
I peer into what I have left
The soul of the mind
And seep into fantasy
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