Landscape.
A place where I arrive.
Travel inwards: it stretches out—
no horizon, no roads leading to the border.
The ground is blasted, empty,
pitted with passageways to worse.
Always more to fear, and yet—
how could there be anything worse than this
endless twilight
gloom saturating the air.
Elizabeth Yalkut is a writer in New York City who graduated from Emma Willard School and Barnard College, Columbia University. Her poetry has been nominated for the 2014 Best of the Net Award and has most recently appeared in Lunch Ticket and paper nautilus. She can be found on the web at elizabethyalkut.com.
Image by Destinee Dearbeck
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