forge your lamb

this is an account of my personal experience with certain spirits

“hey!” a fragile voice screams

the lady in white begs me to follow

“just go to the woods, darling

i’ll take care of you, i promise

you can put your trust in me”

a blurry mass of words suffocates

her hand outstretched as i shiver

“come on, sweetie

just lie down in the river

and lie down slowly please”

a world of silence and white precedes this delusion

panic spilling through and paralyzing

there’s no way in hell this is an illusion 

i just need to get up get out get out

a man appears above my bed

asks if i’m aware i’m dead

(are you aware you’re dead?)

he reaches for my face and stabs

his talons through my skull

“hey!” i think she wants to help

“please tell me who you are” i beg

“are you here to save me? do you care?”

i cannot see, her voice was grey

a silent pause "are you still there?"

they grow louder, unsure and contradicting

“go to the river! it won’t hurt”

“you’ll drown, my love, don’t listen please”

figures of white

cross out my eyes

the shadow weeps

he cannot reach me

i sit up

then watch as i lie motionless

get up get up get up

i want to scream

no sound escapes my throat

burning piercing writhing pain

white hot and numbing

sharper than young claws

duller than the thud of a half-beating heart

Author's Note

i know the grammar is all over the place and i meant to leave everything lowercase