Devil’s Den
Denser. Denser. Denser.
Into the forest, I walked.
Down. Down. Down.
I descended into thought.
Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. The Earth drew around. Darker. Darker. Darker. Where could I be found?
Devil. Devil. Devil. Here I called out.
Devine. Devine. Devine.
I needed to believe in myself.
Done. Done. Done.
Out of the den, I walked.
Dawn. Dawn. Dawn. From then I followed the sun.
