Escape

The beach is filled with beautiful women
And the sand falls slowly
through the walls I heard him
whisper of the wind rustles leaves
the air
distorts the world my sights
impaired my senses leaving me
to scavenge their meals.
Our breath, your touch, how can
I escape?
I hope one day, to all my dismay, I escape
Hope is enlightening

Fear the long icy fingers of death

whisper to the darkness

my body
slowly unwinds.

~Nicole Bartow~