Facing My Demons 4

The walls of the catacombs
pulse inwards
closer
closer
The path downwards is claustrophobic.
At times, I slither on my belly
through tunnels slick with…
is it puke?
blood?
excrement?
The smells combine
choking me
I retch.
Suddenly, I am sliding
out of control
down
down
down.
I land with a splash in a knee-deep puddle.
Try not to think about the reeking, slimy mess.
I have arrived at the Gate.
Alone.
Disgusted.
Afraid.

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