Voice
...blurry faced thing staggered out from the trees
It walked through the mud and muck right past me
It leaned its wet skin against the decaying bark
I tried to scream, can’t you hear me calling from the dark

Standing right there - it was standing right there (in the rancid mist)
Staring at me - it was staring just past me
A grimace behind the blur crumbled into deep rooted dread as the paralyzation forced me to close my eyes. The hag, again...

Body, breath, throat, skin, drift, drown, writhing, water, don’t leave me, please don’t leave me here

...here, writhing, drift, skin, face...

...earth swallowed my memories… the swamp...
It was poisoned… it was blind…