Psyche's Games.

Psyche uncoils herself
into a labyrinth of eternal warfare

Her treasures,
trinkets scattered,
hidden,
In the depths of
ragged, subconscious terrain

Some paths veer
astray from the center
others provocatively lure
towards a secret sanctuary
she's obscured
from visibility's
arid reign

In the silence
storms the cyclone
of words
held back,
held within.