The Bride of the Lake | nightmares
down down down down.
Rather unsettling. This was a fractured dream, where I saw much but remembered little for analysis or further exploration. A futile attempt to capture the fluidity of the lake. Uncomfortable.
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Webbed flesh. Half risen dirt. Cold lakeward wind. Shivering reeds. Moonlight. A fox and her kits. Scurry scurry. Skin. Layered cake. Sodden. Peeling. A jackdaw fluttering. Peck peck. The tongue is still good. Fox trots. Tug tug. Liquid. Bone. Deep red. Purple. White. Twisting. The younglings yap. Food is here. More jackdaws. A rook. Screeching. Eyes are mine. Mine! Mine! Smell of burning. Faraway hollers. Festivity. No.
Men. Torches. Hurry.
Soft rustling leaves. Bloated. Rain. Waves. Rolling. Tug tug. Silent. Trepid. Crunch. Footsteps. Heavy. Deep breathing. White fog. Flames. Crimson. Flourish. Faces. Leaden. Bitter. Sleeves roll down. Soft steps. Sleeping. Gestures. Covered noses. Scowl.
Rooks. Jackdaws. Beetles. Mice. Net. Rope. Oar. Stumbling. Torches high up. A cough. A sneeze. Murmuring. Rigid. Pointing. Walks up. Kneels. Nudge nudge. A sharp turn. More coughs. No wind. Handless. Missing. Writhing. Larvae.
Shaking. Snapping twigs. Torches away. Stars. Jackdaws lost interest. Lake singing. Waves rolling. Rain. Patter patter. Away. Floating. Small fish. A great fish. Another wave. Down. Down. Down. Down.
Summertide. Sunlight. Hatching eggs. Infant’s cry.
