Dreaming

Death tugs at my ear and whispers "Live! I am coming." -Virgil

He taps my shoulder and spits in my face as I turn and face him.
He makes me feel like I have been sabotaged by my own thoughts.
I want to live. I want to breathe.

I want him to know that I am winning.
Him with hands over ears and eyes of stone.
He listens naught.
I will live. I will breathe.

He haunts my dreams. He lives in my soul.
Churning in filth and fire.
I am alive. He is shriveling.
He is wasting away.
I am living. I am breathing.

I am winning.

Flood

I lay quietly for many years
I feel something
My bed softens
I expand ever so slightly
With the increasing humidity
More now, stronger
The cool water flows over my dry brittle bones
I am lifted up
Traveling through the soft wet soil
I reach the top and gasp for air
I feel nothing, my lungs a memory
I remember.
I can see the world around me
I float by your children
I feel you watching me
No longer trapped by pine and dirt
I know that is where I belong
I reach out, feel nothing
I go where the current takes me
I rest when she rests
I have a new home
Only after my identity is gone
No one will ever know the life I lived
The ocean was my home
I tasted that today.

The Beginning

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