Chapter 19 of 60

The Bunker

Poems 256 words~1 min read

Endless tunnels underground

Weaving like a maze of dirt

Blocked paths by doors and rubble

Dust particles swirl in the damp air

Structures made of wooden pillars

Barely supporting through the mold

Soft buzzing lights overhead

Hardly illuminate the way

The feeling of being watched

The thrill of being stalked

Predator to prey

Eat me alive

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