the shadow beneath the surface

Lights deluge through the dulling mind. Eyes close; consciousness dims. Unrecognised apparitions and unrecalled memories dance. What is the light that creeps upon the restless waters? What is the shadow that clings beneath the surface? Why is the cacophony of screaming gulls so close?

The water is cold and grips his failing body. Rain falls. Screeches hold sway in the drawing silence.

possessed

beginnings