Drunken ...
         I can stumble through brick walls
Vapor and steam I fall between the cracks in the street

          
Until I wake up in a certain crooked alleyway
 Made whole by the presence of blood
Crusting to the side of my head.
         I can hardly breathe- the air is too heavy for my lungs
   I am fog resting against each unlit windowpane
      
They put their heads together and whisper
         They laugh at me
I feel nothing when i spit blood and teeth in their direction
I claw at the face of exhaustion
  Telling myself with each step to keep going

to the cave entrance covered in ivy

  it is dark and cold
in it's deepest most ancient cavern
lies a lake with frozen water
A grotto of salt crusted stalactites
Green glowing mushrooms with neon spots

It's quiet almost
I can lie on the bank listening
To water run the rock smooth
Droplets echo as sleep whispers

Somewhere far above
Two black eyes watch
Dilated completely by darkness
It's feet find purchase among the razor sharp rocks
Taking a moment to drink heavily from a puddle in a dark corner

It must be my imagination
I feel as if I am watched
...the sound of bare feet on the wet bank
It cannot be, but my eyes
Something is above me
Warm breath on my face... smelling of rotten fish
A smell of death and decay send my mind reeling into the darkest corners of my imagination

I wake with a start
In my bed
I lie back to listen to
My heart beating in my ears