running through grass as high as your calf muscles
you gasp for breath,
it fogs out in front of you as you pant;
its a cold night,
one where smart sensible people are indoors and covered,
huddled before fireplaces,
or cuddling up to someone.
lost in a field,
you look around,
its too dark to see far but the moon is out
because the fog is illuminant and pale everywhere you look.
there's an imposing figure,
you feel it getting closer,
hot breath near your right shoulder,
you shudder and try and **** away.
only to feel something cold.
a freezing breath on the opposite side of you,
it hugs you as you struggle.
too cold,
too cold you think,
too bitterly cold.
pushing off it your hand reaches something that bites with cold,
you pull away quickly and turn. as you turn around there's black.
you wonder where the moon went because the fog was white before.
no, now there's only black, yet glancing up you definitely see stars.
what's going on?
why is this happening?
you trip,
but its not the grass you trip over its nothing,
there is nothing there.
nothing imposing.
nothing.
why did you trip you wonder.
then you realize you didn't just trip you fell.
you just reached the next level.
something hits you hard as hot and cold figures cover you.
screaming and gasping you're being burnt and frozen.
you can struggle all you want,
but below there's only blackness,
and above,
hot and cold burn you slowly.
dirt shoved in your mouth,
gaged and held.
there is no escaping.
whatever it is.
it will burn your skin then freeze your heart and mind.
sorry idk what this is but its depression i guess idk