a 'something'

drawing nearer

we stop walking and listen

eyes meet as we both realise

something is deeply wrong about this night,

this place...
 
 

we were armed, more or less

I think one of us had a length of pipe;

we used to stash these 'tools' by the entrance gate,

for even though we knew the place well

one can never be too careful.

(and they helped provide those pleasant glass shattering noises)

I was carrying a blade.

these things felt useless now

'clutching at straws' comes to mind.
 
 

we whisper possibilities to eachother

attempting to rationalise the situation

to keep order and control within us...
 
 

then nothing

minutes go by and we begin to relax.

we move on again, quieter now

senses still working overtime.

we move deeper into the maze, pulses normalising now

from the illusion of calm.