coldness is the water, waiting to be enveloped, crunching, kicking, running towards death, crashing glass is shattered everywhere, the blood spirals out of her thighs, she is slit, swirling into a daze, stitches tighten the wound, kissing the night goodbye she clenches her teeth to speak the truth, persueing the child twisting out of her grip, darkness again, secrets revealed in the ropes, she ties herself up with. Clamoring for the light, kicking and screaming all the way for darkness constantly follows her.
Into the cemetery to seek out the lost ones, flames from the lit stick she carries ignite her purpose catalistic feelings surmount inside her fractured head, distraction by the flames, loosing sight finding centipedes on the tombstones crawling all over, their clicking mouths seeking delight in eating cockroaches.
Frightened and running, screaming comes out of her throat, faster, she runs out of sight. She goes into the sea, the blackness she knows so well. Screeching owls light the way, tumbling down into the cave kissed by the shore, Broken wings feathers scattered, she kicks them up into a flurry, cascading down around her creating a cloak to hide her darkness. Catastrophes unite her. Un tying her the feathers drop. Perfectly she wails screaming into the shattered stillness that has brought her into this nightmare, writhing in the black sand that is surrounding her body, feathers being eaten, crunching in the night. Sand covers the dark thoughts she hides
perfectly in the cave, no where will find her.