What’s that thing
coming toward me?
murky edges
clawing
its way forward
Moaning
groaning
seems so distant
yet so close
It knows me!
Frozen
legs won’t move
throat stuck closed
mind frizzed in static
It comes!
But
I know it
I sense it
I feel it yearning to be with me…
again?
Closer it struggles
a hand reaches for me
in the darkness
I cannot
not respond.
This thing I know
it is connected to me
I feel it
Oh.
It’s just my soul I’d forgotten about.