Because somewhere deep inside
I knew whatever I saw beyond
this door would change me forever.
But I was a child of war.
My childhood was made
of endings and running
and losing so much already.
I raised my head high,
kept hold of Styx’s hand
and the chasm swallowed me
whole.
The Fall
I felt myself falling,
and the ground beneath me
was nowhere to be found.
My arms and legs flailed
as I braced myself to
meet the ground
whipping through the air
as my lungs let out a scream
so loud, so long.
But still
I did not meet
the ground.
And then
I realized
something terrifying.
Within the fall,
I had somehow lost
Styx’s hand.
