How Deep Below Are You?
I made footprints
On the ceiling
While the mouse
Jumped over the chandelier,
Just missing the pile of stones
Clustered, not falling.
Only the floor falls,
Ground and all.
My blood dripped
On the stones
On the ceiling.
Then, nothing - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The floor boards moved,
pushed from below.
It falls
Exposing the skies.
Then voices float:
'Will we have a rest after this? '
'I heard, your daughter will debut soon.'
'Are you coming to Ted's tonight? '
There he is.'
'He's in delirium.'
'Two days, two nights
In upside-down house
Buried in mud.'
'Any more survivors? '
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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