Sewers + Mountains

Prompt: What do you see when you look in the sewer?

The center, the focal point, is never the scariest, the middle, is not what frightens, the middle offers possibly the only chance of escape, plunging further from the edge, deeper in hopes of safety, the outside brink, the shadows of will grab at us should we blink.

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What do you see when you look in the sewer?
Down past the ladder rungs
Where unnamed men descended earlier in the day
What is down there for you?
Past the concrete lip, into the dark abyss of promise

once in the mountains, you found a waterfall
in the afternoon you dozed on a hot flat rock
the water never stopped whispering
when the guide found you
they thought you dead, fallen while climbing
and screamed for help, but not loud enough
to overcome the roaring of the plunge pool by your head

With your ear on the street, hot to your cheek
from the hole the water echoes
come down
come meet the promise
and see what lies beneath