Ink Poured Over the Page
Tonight I made a left turn, off of a crowded and well-lit street, and a dark tunnel there gaped out of the ground. I couldn’t not enter it, so I stepped inside. It was pitch before me and I walked ahead, not able to see or hear anything. When I got bored I turned around but it was all pitch that way too. I could not find even a mote of light in that dark tunnel. I hollered and waited for an echo but there was none. So I did the sensible thing and set off into the dark.
Shortly, I began to hear the sounds of the street once more. There’s a horn honking at my side. A man’s voice suddenly shouts in my ear, “Hey! Get outta the way!” In the dark, the ferocious purr of a diesel bus passes from right to left before me. I hear the man with bags full of florida oranges hawking his wares. And then it comes over me that I’m back on the street I left behind. The tunnel has extended to cover it and everything else with its pitch sticky darkness. Or maybe the light was just a dream of mine and it has always been this dark.