at the bottom of the pit

at the bottom of the pit

chains embedded in my skin.

i could’ve sworn

there was friction against bone.

i could’ve sworn

there was blood tracks

instead of shadowed fingers.

there’s a small light

dangling above.

and I scream

scream so loud from this void.

scream so my throat is raw

flint shards scraping my voice.

i scream

until my lungs heave

and my chest twists and pulls

writhing in agony.

i scream

while salted tears flow

cascade down my cheeks

trickling into puddles.

I scream into the light

beg for an answer

plead for anything

maybe I would finally believe

in some type of God

if someone finally heard me.

the light trembled.

it sways.

and it falls.

and it breaks.

and I stare at the shards

the shards of what remained

of a false light

of a false hope

i bore my voice out to.

and I can only stare

as the void closes in

in silence