In Darkness by Andrew J. Belet

a hot wind

smell of grease

   stink of sweat

      breastplate heavy

roaring through valleys

 so majestic in daylight sun

    ominously splayed out an open door

      no feelings

      put away in a box

      forgotten unwanted and frozen

a damp air

 taste of copper

  cool to the touch

     selector switch

and what then awaits

  an eternity of nightmares