Tunnel by Leslie Philibert

Apr 2016

Tunnel

I thought I heard steps in the house, but
it was the black tunnel of my own heartblood,
a flood in old caves,
the lost pulse of nightfall.

Smoke in my eyes.
I am as empty as an old suitcase.

Written by

Leslie Philibert 63/M/Germany

(63/M/Germany)

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