It’s funny,
well
it’s not really funny,
nothing about this is funny,
but
it’s ironic,
how you see darkness
every time you close your eyes,
but when that power is taken away from you,
when you can’t control the darkness surrounding you,
you’re terrified.
You wipe away the sweat on your upper lip
before it can reach your tongue
and become even more real.
You’re suffocating in this dank, dark basement.
There’s dirt under your hands
and piss in the air
and bile in your throat
and you can hear the footsteps coming down the stairs
and you try to ready yourself
but you’ll never be ready.
They know that, too.