It is easy to get lost in the underworld.

These words

inscribed on the gates

the entrance to a garden that wants me

to stay

a labrynth

i’ve heard it called

the people I pass look stranger and stranger

don’t turn back.

don’t turn back.

the underworld is not so underworldy

it feels like—

don’t turn back.

don’t turn back.

she calls for me

i need to find her

they told me to go

they told me not to—

don’t turn back.

don’t turn back.

don’t look back.

she’s behind me.

is she?

do i keep going?

am i assured she’s there?

Eurydice?

are you there?