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I fell asleep, though I don’t remember when
and I entered a dream
that wasn’t easily escapable.
I looked all around, 360 degrees
Couldn’t catch a glimpse,
But felt a presence.
A cold current clung close to my neck
I only remember running away
But running towards, simultaneously
Feet bare, swollen, sore
Crushing sticks, rocks, and what life resides
Gasping for another breath
Squirrels sprint and jump from tree to tree
As if guiding my path out of here
Off in the hazy distance
a dark figure,
An unrecognizable silhouette
a trail of footprints not my own,
I am not alone.
Weeping willows and oak trees
The wind’s cold and brash kisses
Causes the leaves to faint to a resting place.
The only way to go is left
Though I am frightened of an ambush,
I continue running
I trip over my cream lace dress.
Face fabricated in dirt, pebbles, leaves.
Semi-cathedral train is caught
In between the branches
That sleep on the expired surface
Won’t release me.
A sharp bell tolls near
I am still trapped, still struggling.
The presence moving closer.
Is this the end for me?
With all my might from exhausted limbs
I rip lace to free myself
Continue on, wipe debris off my bruised knees,
stumble to liberty
Waterfalls and birds
The only feeling of peace
I have known thus far
as they chirp in harmony
with the silky waves.
I dip my toes in the water
A comfortable temperature.
Overlooking the rocky cliff
studying nature’s imprints and wrinkles
only visible with Orion’s help,
Observing the rapids frantic cascade.
I contemplate every decision
I have ever made.
For a split moment
I close my eyes,
imagine my mother dancing with the waves
reaching out her hand
as if to ask me to join
I stick my left foot out
As if I might take this chance
to dance with the cascade.
The left meets with the right.
I am unaware
the specter has met with me
I am trapped
The rapids become a resting place…