FROM THE DEEP

graftheoryGraphic & Animation Exploration by Manuel Creignou

What is this?
It could be a pool of water.
A pool so dark and deep
that it has no bottom.
Shadows of tree limbs float
along its murky surface.

The water flows along the river bank,
snatching pieces of debris
along the way.
Rocks, branches, leaves…
All fall into its dark abyss.
Never to be seen again.

What lies beneath?
Can you hear it rumbling?
Something is moving in the deep.
It looks like a hand.
It’s reaching for me.
An inky black hand.
Should I grab hold of it?
It might belong to a person.
Or maybe not.
It could belong to a creature.

What should I do?
Wait.
I can see two arms.
A dark figure is rising from the water.
It’s too big to be human.
It’s facing me.
It doesn’t have eyes.
A dark shadow,
dripping with inky slime.

It roars.
My ears hurt.
It lifts its feet from the murkiness
and begins to walk toward me.
I want to run.
I want to hide.
But I can’t.
My feet are stuck to the ground.

I hear more roaring sounds.
More creatures are rising from the deep.
How could this be happening?
Is this real?
Or am I hallucinating?
Maybe I’m dreaming.

Then all becomes quiet.
I can’t hear anything.
No roaring.
None of the sounds
of the river bank.
What happened?

“What are you doing?”
I turn around and
see my friends.
I’m standing in front
of the TV screen.
I seem to be blocking
the horror movie.
I feel embarrassed.
I feel ashamed.
I feel myself being hit
by popcorn.
Another Saturday night.

BURIED ALIVE

A DEEP GRAVE

lifeisthefight:

You can bury me.
Place in me in a deep grave.
Throw dirt on me
And walk away.
But I will survive.
I will dig my way free.
I will be back.
The human spirit cannot
be extinguished.
It will continue to shine
despite evil’s attempts
to destroy it.

It will shine forever more.

OCEAN DEEP

OCEAN DEEP
Cover me with your cold arms,
A baby blanket of softness.
Take me down under your waves,
Where the world glows a bluish green.
Life swirls by in colors of the rainbow,
Filled with creatures swimming free.
A harmony of constant movement,
Following the slow tempo of the deep.

I WILL SURVIVE

Water all around me.

On all sides.

Ice cold water.

Like a hand from below,

pulling me deeper.

Deep into the unknown.

Must hold on.

Hold on to life.

Waves pushing me away.

Away from the shore.

Away from life.

I will swim.

I will tread water.

I will keep my head

above the water.

I will survive.

BURIED IN THE SAND

What secrets lie beneath the sand?

What can be dug up?

Buried memories.

Remnants of a party.

Sea life not wishing to be disturbed.

Bloody remains.

Some secrets are

better left buried.

Buried deep.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEEP

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The ocean holds mystery in its dark depths;

the myriad of fish and long lost possessions

hidden in its deep waters.

Its waves bury lost secrets, hopes and wishes.

If we venture below, will we find treasures, sunken

ships, or even dead bodies?

Too afraid to find out?

So am I.