I wake up in a field in the dark

Of grass & weeds & uneven dirt clumps

The air is freezing, piercing

I am still in my once while dress

Only now it’s truly torn at the bottom

As if by claws

All alone

In the middle of nowhere

With only a house in front of me

I see nowhere else to go

But toward it

A few dead trees stand on either side

As I crunch over the seething ground

The warm glow of the yellow light above it’s door

Getting closer & closer to me

It looked inviting

Just a little house

All on it’s own

But it felt sinister

On the inside

It wasn’t out here, in a dark field

To get away from people

It was a moth light

Drawing bugs in to get rid of them

And I was a moth

My feet s c r a t c h e d

I step onto the splintering steps

I stop & look behind me

Wondering then if I should risk it

Run straight back out into the dark, e n d l e s s field

But my breath turns to fog

It’s too cold

I’d freeze to death

All alone, in a dark field

I stare back at the door

Which would be safer?

And then I watch as I reach my hand out

Turning the knob

Almost against my will

As it opens, & I step into the dark

I know I won’t be able

To get that door open again