Eurydice at the Mouth
This is how I led myself out of a place so dark that when I looked back, I could not see it, or refused to see it. These words came as water, my body writ in water, turning through memory in search of the lapidary inscription—the answer and what binds me to my death. If I will find it; if I will let it drown; if I will use it to write this instead. What would it be to match the depths of hell with my own light, made and mangled as a beast that bites both what is good and evil? Fingers groping for a face through the black and invisible. Wet feet clawing on the maw of the underworld. I was a woman, I suffered, I was there. It is late where you are and where I come from.