Thought I by Matthew Coleman

Where is this cave I've fallen into, where does it lead?

I have not seen daylight for so long now, just the cold walls of darkness as I stagger blindly over the cuts of my making.

Because it is hard to see I can only feel, and I have felt a pain that bleeds under the blade of memory. But the blood is not as painful as the night. It never is. At night even the moon hides. I remember a time when the moon seemed so close that I could reach out and touch it, that I could pull it to my chest and weep within its wonder.

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