walking in a winter nightmare

Date: 8/7/2021

As we descend the icy depths, I reach out to hold your hand. And you pull away and march on. So I clutch to jagged stalagmites, though my grip wavers, and my hands slide. And my boots scratch unsteadily on the frosty ground. And all the while I keep my eyes fixed downward. Looking at you as you disappear into the darkness. I wish you would take my hand—I am slipping. I fear the upside down icicles that poke and prod my chest, hungry for my heart. But I can only watch in horror as you—you stubborn fool—fall into the cavern and scream out my name.