Boiling excretion
from the glowing walls, organic,
pulsating fungus, pooling to the cavern floors.
The smell of acid and rotted flesh.
Fingernails torn at the scraping
horror, through iron barred freedoms.
Lights above smothered, and now a growling
heard from the tunnels below. It hears us,
crying, bathing in tears not our own.
Wish you were here.
