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Beyond The Trapdoor

by: Ivor Steven

Beyond The Trapdoor

I’ve been there so often

I’ve lost my fear, gone, forgotten

The darkest abyss

Under a cobble-stoned crest

Opening into a gloomy manhole

Trapdoor to the soul

Below the floor

My elbows do score

Over dried out soil

Beneath sticky cobweb curtains

Fingernails claw my way

Toes pushing against crumbled clay

No space, dusty tears

No air, dirt I chew

Shouldering under bearers

Squeezing, I burst through

I’m here, there’s a job to do

I begin searching for you

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