Arboretum · 4:36am Dec 3rd, 2022
Through the tunnels I track them, my hand detached from my arm detached from my torso detached from my head. I cradle a shotgun at the ready. They will not escape me.
Vent. Tables. A restaurant. Keep going. I come to the end. An opening; light. An arboretum? Stone walls, a tree. Sky through the open top. Blue sky, clouds. Peace. The rusty mining cart is covered by the tree’s roots.