Nights in a swamp.

It's all so dark and mysterious

So awful frightening that it'd make you delirious

Up to my knees in grime-filled water the color of obsidian

the fog

oh the horrible fog

It clouds me in and frightens me

out of it come running my friends and loved ones

everyone intent on killing me

Trees reach out with skeletal-like fingers

intent on grasping me and pulling me to them

as i stumble through the water

I look for the moon but find none

I stumble some more and fall

as I rise to run

vines that lay under water grab my legs

my body

my arms

my face

I tell myself

at least it is over

then I see her

my own mother standing on the bank

She morphs into what seems to be a man-eating plant

and as the vines constrict

she begins to eat.

Reviews

[Naomi Bloom]

For some reason I pictured the Louisiana Bayou as I read this (even though I have never been there; I've only seen it depicted in movies and TV shows).

I can sense the fear of your speaker. I liked how you transformed nature into scary creatures just like our minds do when we are afraid.

Nice writing!

[SyberRose]

This was a scary one...yes all the cyprus trees and moss can look quite frightening in the swamps at night...I have never been there either but I watch all those alligator shows on tv...SyberRose

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TANKS!

[Deidre]

I like your imagination here and how you metamorphosed all the good in the world to evil. Nice!