A long,
slow,
fall.
Tumbling out of bed
into a whole wide world,
out of my own head,
to where the water’s clear,
ask me to come on in.
Surface smooth as glass.
Something moves within.
Something just below the surface,
under thin layers of skin,
fall and break the surface tension.
Chaos,
for a moment.
Then
I’m down
where all the monsters dwell.
In the cold, dark world
of that I’ve heard tell,
no one gets out alive.
No one escapes the gaze
of what lurks beneath
the surface of this place.
What’s that,
driving from the back seat?
What’s that,
movement behind your eyes?
Is that you,
or some imposter?
Is someone wearing
your disguise?
Ask me how I came to be here.
I’ll tell you how I fell
into place.
From a dream
into a nightmare.
So much for the world
being safe.
It never was.
It was always full
of monsters,
lurking here,
below the skin.
Every one of us
is just a traitor
to what really lurks within.
Falling into
some
kind of strange world, now.
I thought I saw something
move behind your eyes.
Something I recognise.
HG – 2019
