A narrow street
rose up before her.
Walls of icy stones that
trapped sound like air bubbles inside them.
The street was covered
in a deep, green carpet, plush,
a squelching swamp of fears.
She pressed forward,
ignoring her wet feet
and her voice, swallowed
by the greedy walls.
She moved a step at a time,
rivulets of thoughts
racing forward like
bobbing candle glow.