Getting away from the monstrosity

is like digging to China
in the back yard as a child


The first scoop of earth

A hope

A grand idea
One foot down,

You reach to touch

the 
 cool dark soil

only to realize

it feels the same as when you began



Seething with disappointment
You dig further 

clawing through tree roots ravenously
As they crumble beneath your grip



You look up
To find the sun dazzling above you
But the worms and dank earth
Under your feet



A grandiose city
 nowhere to be found



The top is ten 

treacherous 
feet up
You dig your fingers into the soil
Dirt beckoning under your nails

You scream for help 

The hole

You

have dug

traps any sound you attempt to croak out

The only way to escape
is to clamber up

The monstrous hole to China