Friday, October 16, 2015
I went to the river, today. I go there for clarity.
The river was churning, full of debris. It's hidden treasures, released from the most recent storm.
I sat at the end of the dock.
I closed my eyes.
When I opened them, I saw a beautiful young women swimming around the many branches littering the water. I watched her for awhile.
She turned to me, and waved. I waved back.
She swam towards me. Then, along side the dock.
She asked If I had seen her family. She had gotten separated from them, and that they must be worried.
There was no one else around.
I told her I would help her.
I told her to take my hands.
She was so light when I pulled her out, I fell backwards.
Embarrassed, I turned to her. She was no longer the same. Her long dark hair was mostly gone. Just small patches on a few chunks of skin left.
Worms moved in and out of the holes, where her beautiful blue eyes had been.
There was only half a body. The rest was gone.
After I wiped her skin from my hands, I covered her with my jacket.
I am afraid to move.
Friday, October 9, 2015
No sounds. None.
It woke me.
I looked out. Thick fog fills the sky, and covers the ground. No one is there. No movement. Nothing.
My gut hurts. It feels like a warning.
What happened? What is happening?
I go out. I stand in the middle of the street. I try to figure it out.
The ground... I see it on the ground. The houses have long thick dark drag marks coming from the front door, ending at the curb. It looks like blood.
It smells like blood. There are bits of flesh.
My gut hurts again. It is telling me to run.
On my knees, my eye catches something in the fallen leaves of scarlet and brown.
It's a finger. A small finger. I put it in my pocket. I can't leave it. It can't be alone.
I don't want to be alone.
My body is moving further away from the safety of my home.
I can't stop it.