One More Time Around
Where are you now?
Alone, I'm nude in the fog
I can hear nothing but small waves crashing and my own calmed breathing
I cannot see much further than I can touch
Waiting for the voices to instruct
I hug myself as I feel a chill
My skin is warm, but the air is cool
Behind me are bloody footprints
...and in front of me, they are wet.
Not knowing if I should proceed, I look around, take a deep breath, "...I can't stay still"
Whether this is happening to me or for me, I am wondering if the destination is certain
I do not know if they are watching me
I do not know if I am being tested
I do not feel like I am sleeping
I do not know if I am dead
Like the acceptance of a match to a flame, I uncover my body with my arms and return them to my sides
I clinch my jaw not with anger or focus...
But with one last grip on reality... before I find out what is next.