Water

Dirty water everywhere but all I want’s a drink…

...Don’t drink paint water, it’s not good for you. Trust me.

The inky blackness of the void around me, a shark’s eye in the deep, I can see it rising in my water pot and it’s hungry glimmer as I can only imagine it wants to end me. A welcome prospect if I could finally let go but I can’t. I’m afraid. I hold my breath and shake with the effort of keeping still, begging for this feeling to pass and allow me to continue my work but it circles back. A dorsal fin slices through the dusty air as a silhouette, a shade-form predator waits patiently. She has time on her side and she knows it.

The fog thickens again and it becomes almost palpable, I close my eyes and sit in silence until the feeling passes. The moment it does, I forget myself and I suck in air hungrily. I need to rest.

Thank you for being with me my friend. What I would do to be with you now.

I hope the darkness leaves me be, just for a little while next time so we can speak more freely.

Yours,

Forever in horror,

Poison226.