Author’s note: Sometimes when I reread my early work I just have to snort in amusement at my choice of phrasing.

Night,
alone.
Afraid,
lost.
Lost within yourself.
Never to get out.
Stifled in flesh,
never to see again.
Claustrophobic,
you hope you are not,
for your body confines your soul.
Hope your soul isn’t afraid
of the dark.