Cog Chapter Three
I suffocate with my face beneath the ocean
the tides brushing up against me as the struggle
to breath lingers on. Asphyxiation.
The dagger inserting through my tongue
as he whispers his verse into my ears
"Ich liebe dich mein Schatz"
Rick rolled off his wife after their intimate session. The feeling of love quickly faded like the home's electricity. Rick glanced down the hall as a giant wave of water passed through him. He jolted his body against the wall as he headed through the water as the intruder's eyes glowed through an intimate waterfall that formed in the corner.
The intruder glanced down at his binoculars which were no decayed from a collision with a detached piece of plywood from a Grime's unfinished project. A plant pot holding violet and gold amaranth sat in the window as the intruder lowered his head remembering his mother's funeral flowers.
Here lies Rick dangling from a tightened noose
suffocating with glory, unloved.
Lori lies with her detached hand shoved down her throat,
the intruder's sweet epitaph, so sweet.
With the rushing water's forming into solid blood and attaching itself to Rick he continued his ambush forward. Lori's screams echoed down the hall. Her eyes floating up to his knees as the blood water rose to knee height.
He awoke.