Escape
I'm walking, walking there.
Why am I walking?
It's pitch black.
I can't see where I'm going.
There isn't any light but I know I won't trip.
My walk is smooth, but wandering.
I look around and don't see anything,
But I see everything.
There is nothing around me but empty space,
But I see every detail.
The veins running through the leaves,
The grooves in the bark.
All is silent, but the air is filled with noise.
The crickets chirp, leaves crumple,
Wind rushes by my head.
It's a perfect fall night,
Cool and the night sky is filled with stars,
Shining brightly, but I feel so warm.
I walk for hours, but it is such a short walk,
It only takes a few seconds.
Finally, I reach the place, there I sit down.
I sit and close myself to the world,
But all my senses are open
And take in everything around me.
I hear the wind blowing, taste the fall air.
Smell the trees, flowers,
Feel the grass beneath my feet, Then I see it.
The most horrible sight of my life.
A body, twisted, white, wrinkled,
Drained of all life ever in it's veins,
Running through it's bones.
I scramble to get away,
Running, running but I don't move.
I can't escape.
I run faster and faster till I can't run anymore.
My legs give out,
I lay down on the ground,
And fall into a fitfull sleep,
full of thoughts and fears.
When I awake it is midday.
I'm laying in high grass,
By a river bank, and I realize I am thirsty.
I go to the edge and peer into the water,
It is crystal clear and beautiful.
I reach my hands in to get a drink
and as my hands touch it, the river changes.
Suddenly, it's red, smooth and flowing.
I pull my hands out.
They are coated with this substance.
I realize it's a river of blood,
From a bleeding heart,
A love, a loss, a cut, a break.
This river of blood, in an open field,
A dead body, the body of Cupid,
shot down by the angel of death.
Hate and terror,
Evil pulsing through my veins.
I can't ever leave,
This is my home.
SN
Copyright 1994