dark waters~

misty glen
rising
from the wretched gloom
and halfhearted slivers
(of perceived
samurai swords laced with lethal
poison
piercing the heart of the
monstrosity that refuses
to
submit)

the supple appendages of
limbre greens
beckon

resist
not to be frayed by my
intense [in:tens:ify:ing]
fear
of the dark.

of the dark.

be gone (hoarse whisper barely alive)
begone.

*taken from a passing 60kmph view of some reservoir at 7am in the morning from the backseat of my dad's car.

**senses acutely attuned to the 10 blood withdrawals tomorrow and struck naked and gasping with fear.