Each second
we are plotting.
We are escaping
a dungeon.
The acrid tiles, eroded.
The moss on the vine.
A rope.
An exit.
The explosion in
the distance
says they are coming!
They are coming for us.

We run.
Together you and I.
We have
unlocked the chains
from our wrists,
kicked and swung
into the darkness,
a light
flickering in the distance.

Our captors
you run fast towards
the exit.
I say hold on
and take the key.

And the gold.
A few pieces for you.
a few pieces for me.

And we run away

The explosions,
they are closer
than we thought.

We sit and watch
them light up
the night sky.


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His latest book is Train of Thought.