The Mists

There were

In the forest

In the twilight

Mists

Curling like snakes

Along the damp ground

And up and through the gnarled limbs

Of ancient Oaks

The mist

Wraps around my neck

As I gaze up through the leaves

Through the mists

Curling up into the starless sky

I try to scream

But the mists fill my open mouth
Choking me

And so I lie here silently screaming

While ghosts in white

Curl like snakes

Around me

Whispering

About white matter

And centimeters

And incisions

The sky above me is bright with stars

Blindingly painfully bright

Painfully

I squeeze my eyes shut

But the pain comes still

Just behind the eyes

Here

In the twilight

In the mists

Curling like snakes

Along the damp ground

And up and through the gnarled limbs

Of ancient Oaks

Under which I lie

Shrouded in mist