I wake up
to the sound of swirling leaves
My tongue licks
a bit of dust from my lips
It makes me
choke
The air is
tight like rope because
the cave walls are clogged
I can hear
fighting going on
outside and stay put
My head hurts
bad
I rub the muck off
my face
Wait
He's not there anymore
Where is he?
Goodness where is he?
aM i dreAminGG?
...the dust
Nothing in me moves again.
