Misty
I am clinging to a cloud
drops of mist like tiny shards of glass
My head feels severed from my body
drifting through the fogs of the city
Underwater, life ripples around me
Obsurum per obsurius,
the obscure by the more obscure
Drifting ever onwards
Humans are soluble in water
feel the muscles dissolve
I cannot see myself anymore
Where am I?
The heavy waters of time
preserve my body
I am pinned
with salt burning on my tongue
“I hear the world is ending soon”
the words distort, slow
My heart hears it too
The end is coming and it smells like rain
I can feel my heart pound
out of my ribcage and across the water
traveling far away, and its beating
shakes the snow from the tops of mountains
I will find myself washed up at the end of the world
with silence ringing in my ears
The blue moon will stare intently
‘What is that little thing doing’ it thinks
‘stumbling around the leftover machinery of life?’