Inside these closed bars I sit upon the cold brick and think to myself about the world outside. The seemingly non-existent, single beam of light that flows through my prison warms my heart every time I feel its glow against my rusty hands. I listen to the stream of water trailing through the tunnels outside and close my eyes. I will probably never get out of here. My body will dig deep into this stone and stay here for who knows how long. I look into the eyes of the darkness and attempt to speak. "Hello," I ask. "Is anybody out there?" There is no answer. There will always be no answer. I am more alone than the stone and the darkness that surrounds me.
I begin to feel sad. What could I have done to prevent this? Is there anything I can do to get out? I feel so deep. Its just so strange ow the exotic whispers of the tunells call out to me, asking me to sleep, asking me to dream, asking me to let it all go and accept their arms. I look outside a crack and try to see. I look for minutes in desperation to find anything. Time doesnt exsist anymore, but I finally see the tiny shape of a centipede, resting against the rock. I smile and reach for it. The centipede begins to stand, and waves it body around. It crawls forwards and accepts my calling.
I laugh as it tickles my skin. Its damp red hue glows in the single ray of light from above. It wraps around my wrist, hugging me. I feel it trying to communicate with me, although I myself can not understand it. "Where do you live?" I ask it. It responds by waving its filers in the dead air of the room. "Oh..." I reply.
I curl up on the hard, jagged floor and kiss the centipede goodnight. It kisses me back, and I begin to feel the tunnels wrapping around me, as if they were a billion centipedes pulling me down into the earth. My head feels weak, and my body feels hot. The centipede crawls away as I reach for it one last time, and rake one last breath underneath the timid voices of the tunnels.