Eustace

 

Caught in the well.

Darkness is as thick.

as the walls.

The night penetrates

and becomes one with

the stones

that hold me captive.

The air is stale

with the smell of

my own breath.

I feel uncomfortable

in this skin.

The layers have grown.

much too thick.

I cannot move.

Someone please, 

help me out.

Terrified, I see the claw

of one who wants to lift

me out of this skin.

 

 

Pain. I recoil.

No...another way please.

But it is too late.

Deep the nail goes

into my flesh

cutting away the skin

that traps me in the dark.

Then comes a hand, 

soft and warm.

My hand in his.

The crust is left below

as I ascend.

And it is Eustace he holds, 

rejoicing in deliverance 

and cleansing.

I am free.

                     

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