Thick, gray mists cloud my eyes
Hanging about my head like a cloud
Raining down memories
* * *
Faces, stained black in the shadows
Figures, moving, creeping, watching me
Their eyes are towers of stone, and fire
I think I'm going to drown
* * *
Tears roll down my cheeks
Joining the river that falls from above
I'm drenched
* * *
Faces laugh, hands and fingers point
Sounds muffled by the distant sound of thunder
Cracking as trees are felled as timber
Splitting, issuing a ripping scream
From my frigid lips
But no one hears
* * *
Thoughts drain into puddles at my feet
Reflecting red-rimmed eyes in their navy depths
As things run together between the droplets
* * *
I'm so cold
* * *
Ripples in the dark, marring perfection
My face becomes an illusion
Only an illusion as
I look towards the sky, eyes closed
Breathing out
As the water rises.