CatacombsA Poem by Ruminating Archaeologistgolems are from Jewish folklore. cool, eh? catacombs that I'm referring to are the Parisian catacombs, because their walls are lined with human skulls and other bones
smoke and mirrors game
always hiding Matryoshka doll, is that all I am trapped in a box, boxes of glass, burning up, too-hot greenhouse, sauna, makes sense that what scares me most is losing myself in here with all the rocks I've thrown. I'm desperately looking for a secret door, an escape route, but I'm fumbling tiredly for the keys fumbling blindly in the dark so sick of comparing, compiling so sick of reanimating golems into gargoyles of every instance of a wrong turn trapped with barrels around every corner walls adorned with skulls, I can't travel far, can't see the sun, beneath these skeletons © 2012 Ruminating ArchaeologistAuthor's Note
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Added on March 19, 2012 Last Updated on March 19, 2012 AuthorRuminating ArchaeologistParadoxical Cerebrum, INAboutSince 8th grade, I've been writing and I honestly can say I've improved. My deviant art account is normally where I'm stationed, and I use it frequently. I also have a fanfiction.net account, and I'm .. more..Writing
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