trust, not used for so long, long coated in rust,
gatekeeper opens what squeals then shrieks,
sound like it is from inside of me,
I sit up from being prone on the concrete,
eyes closed afraid of who I'll meet, eye to eye
probably open twin pools to stare straight in to a mirror,

slab of concrete,
is my bed cold,
flat with no give,
may as well not
wake up, to the rot,
I smell, from my
own flesh, but
where was I oh,
yes
never trust a rusty gate,
or its keeper.

©DWE072013