May 20, 2012


The night was beautiful, until the fog rolled in to cover the vision, a dreamscape unannounced;  Fog, a low lying humid droplet of water blanketing the earth like a snake combing the ground for prey.

Slithering, sneaking around
underlying danger, waiting, not a sound
Turning to cold droplets, after a warm night’s breath 
 tears, a faint pulse, then quiet, quiet death

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