The Haunting pool.

The Haunting pool.

Kneeling over, 

quenching one's thirst,

beneath murky waters

wandering eyes watch;

following, staring red, hungry.

Suddenly, hands, arms

reach out, stretching 

the water's meniscus

grabbing, pulling,

talons sharp, shadowy outlines

down under, holding.

Thrashing in darkness

briefly, no air,

drowning, I'm letting go.

It's all over. Silent.

Calm reigns, settling

over haunted pool.

A memory riding a ripple,

a soul's reflection shimmers

on murky waters still.

Join us! Come on! Have a drink!

We are many in whispers.

  

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there are many evil reflections...and many times we are seeing ourselves...all the memories, the guilt we build up and then we see ourselves as monsters attacking our own well being.

i like this one very much.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you J for your words I shall return the love, I'm a bit behind lol.