I remember I used to be something.
“Dad? There’s something in the woods.”
I used to look up at the sky and see God.
“It’s hurt. I think it’s crying.”
I remember when I coulda been anything.
“Dad? Dad?”
Now I look up and see the black maw. I’m afraid I’ll fall in if I stop holding on so tight.
“It’s ok. I’ll take care of it Daddy.”
The earth feels like it’s dying at my feet. Everywhere I walk the grass goes gray.
“Hello? Where are you?”
My head feels like it’s on fire. I’ve been doing anything to put it out, just for the night.
“Hello? I’m here to help. I’m not gunna hurt you.”
I can still hear her.
“Daddy! Daddy help! Daddy wake up! Daddieeeee-“
I thought I was dreaming. I thought- hell I wasn’t thinking.
Snarling. Snuffling. Ripping. Breaking. And a tongue, gray and coarse and wet.
I woke up and thought I was dead. I thought this was damnation.
“Huh? Honey, where’d you go off to now?”
But the world keeps spinning. It just left me behind is all. Bad case of vertigo. New Hell every waking moment and the Old Hell when I sleep.
“Honey? Oh my God.”
I remember I used to be something.
“Dad? There’s something in the woods.”
Visual Description: 1. Gray trees shrouded in fog, 2. A photograph of a circle of trees peering over you, 3. A broad pine tree framed in gray fog, 4. 2 branches reach across the screen, each hold tiny buds, 5. The pine tree and the reaching branches sit on opposite ends of the screen, 6. A lone tree stands tall and bare, 7. Bare tree tops, the air is slightly green, 8. A group of trees, one bent and weeping, 9. A tree and an anomaly of the light, 10. Jagged cluster of trees, spectres with many legs, 11. Trees peering over you, 12. The same image but lighter. The fog has moved in