

LiquidSeeing the surface of the water Through it’s murky being I can see the corrupted refraction of the moon Swirling and stretching Wafting over the broken skin of waterLiquid
The liquid, green and obscure Pressing on my body, my soul Slowly, distorting my thoughts Turning my own mind into something
Disfigured beyond recognition
As the fluid starts moving Taking me in its own direction I try to fight, lashing out, Each swing just speeding up my descent Lower and lower, further down I plunge
The moon is no longer visible Under the mass o
Stare