clay pots

In an old adobe maze
Concrete blocks and dust for days
Beige everything
It was either the end of the world
Or the beginning

I panicked when I heard footsteps
The man had finally found me
And pulled my burlap sack closer
And said we should stick together
He couldn’t remember who he was either

When he fell asleep
I etched on the glass
something I wouldn't recall
And ran
Unsure of which directions
Wouldn’t have eyes