Circling Back

I don’t mean to be dramatic but your imagination can run rampant if you allow it to, I’d know.

Listen.

Can you hear the drip-drip-drip of water on concrete? Can you feel the soothing fingers of the wind on your cheeks? How about the whispers in the dark? Well? I know I can.

I close my eyes and wait for the feeling of fear to wash over me like the foam of a wave on the beach. That’s not true... it’s not gentle, it’s more like when the sea rushes the cliffs in a storm. There is precious little reprise, respite and then the eventual calm comes as the storm truly settles. How long will the calm last this time? That is what is so unsettling.

A dark storm might rip around the factory and I might imagine the worst of it but maybe not. Who knows what is lurking in the darkness, just below the surface of the surf dark jaws open, snapping at my heels… or do they?

All I truly know is that I am here and there is no escape.

Look after yourself friend, don’t let the darkness in; hold onto your love and cherish it.

Yours,

Forever in horror,

Poison226.