Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
Far off, a spark shines in the velvet dark,
speaking of exits and the outside world
while the blackness gathers around us
and the air lies heavy and thick on the skin.
A fumble for the switch and torchlight
pools on the blank rockface, a guide
down the narrow corridor of stifling night
that leads us ever deeper in mute silence.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.13.22
Prompt: Write a tunnel poem.
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