THE MIST

THE MIST

The mist.
The fog.
The air is heavy.
Encircling me.
In its heavy cocoon.
It’s growing.
Searching.
For whom?
For me?
I must leave.
Right now.
It’s following me.
Reaching for me.
There’s no escape.
They’re here.

3 thoughts on “THE MIST

  1. Susanne Leist February 17, 2015 / 1:51 am

    It could be. Or it could be the swamp thing. Wherever your imagination takes you. Thanks.

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