Plunge.
Submerged.
Welcomed, a cocoon of comfort. Murky clear
water like thin fog. A blurred bleed of light
ebbs through.
Clouded radiance.
Sounds are muffled; distant, hushed.
Smothered.
I float, lingering
in the limbo between two worlds.
Strands of hair are gently adrift, suspended
and vacant, like a life paused.
All at once the change is sudden.
Panicked heart pounds.
The bounding beast beats its restraints, frantic for escape.
A fragile bird, caged.
Vivid strands of hair creep,
reaching, grasping, clasping, pulling.
Constricting,
spindling fingers of death.
Crude weight compresses
my chest,
threatens to extinguish that
last…
held…
breath…
Smash.
I burst the surface, gasping.
Crumbled lungs heave heavy, hungry breaths.
Skin is wrinkled like the age it has not yet known, and death it has almost
touched.
The frenzied beast blazes on in its cage.