napowrimo day 24
“The Great Reptile” is said to have emerged from those waters.
“Cold waters in which life dies,” and that cannot be true
For I have pulled out the very monster out of there
With my bare hands,
And I live.
(But hands shake when I remember the moment.
And that day is a blur for me.
The image captured of me, standing tall and straight-back
Does not seem like me.)
And I look at the cold, hard skin, diamond-like pattern
And it sings to me, “Sleep. And remember your dreams.
For that’s all you’ll have left of yourself.”