Devil’s Den


Denser. Denser. Denser.

Into the forest, I walked.


Down. Down. Down.

I descended into thought.

Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. The Earth drew around. Darker. Darker. Darker. Where could I be found?


Devil. Devil. Devil. Here I called out.


Devine. Devine. Devine.

I needed to believe in myself.


Done. Done. Done.

Out of the den, I walked.


Dawn. Dawn. Dawn. From then I followed the sun.


Ivana Cajina

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