It was warm inside the belly of the beast
Dark yes, but unsoothing no.
It was another loss, but never a defeat
At least that’s what I told myself so.
These walls so murky, dense and proud
I am safe here
In order to live I must never reside too long
I am brave here
They say I must atone, but for what I do not know
The fire in my tongue has inflamed
With the most burdensome persecution.
Should I stay here; but for what I do not know
Prose by Cheryl Gault