Marooned on Night Waters #1.19
Updated: Nov 16
Pain might blunt the impetus to move,
might shudder its bearer until she lies still,
might widen the door for, through it, the monsters to slip,
might hush the hoarse faculty of reason.
might blacken up the sky
and bring down her mood.
But lying in its arms,
following its dead to the quiet haunts,
fear, despair, rage, panic –
in the promise that this, too, shall pass.