Green River Stops
A bus nearly vacant on a road running parallel with the
green river stops
under trees that have lost all their color as Autumn gives way
fragile and full of misery
Unseen ropes bind her and pull her to the shore.
She has nowhere to hide
and unbidden the pressure growing inside
strong and sharp
no longer to be dismissed.
She gives up to it
as the nightmares appear with faces living and terrible.
They are standing on the surface of the water
that drags by frightfully slow.
One emerges from the waves lapping lethargic on the bank in front of her,
slug-like and slimy it claws into the thick mud with its long fingers
a dark form filled with hatred and
animosity dragging itself towards her.
She is watchful
calmly horrified of the aberration
a denizen of unnatural liberation.
to reach her
as she digs into her purse and pulls from it a pair of scissors.
Fixated she stares as the creature
latches onto her foot, burning it, biting and sucking
on her ankle.
The fierce pain pierces her whole body.
She cries and with eyes full of tears
stabs the monster
in its large bulbous head, in its scaly
The black blood oozes and
shoots out, splattering all over her;
hands, clothes, legs,
And it dies
and she kicks its remains far into the river where it splashes
sinks in the midst of the other nightmares
who still stand on the surface
for a brief moment
but then draw themselves silently under the water
and are gone.
She stays until evening.
The sun just begins to set the horizon orange when the bus comes again
and she boards it, walking down the aisle to the rear
past all the seats
now full of passengers who discretely stare and
notice the dark stains all over her clothes and skin
her wild swollen eyes
her burnt foot with a scar on the ankle
but politely carry on as if nothing was the matter
only to speak quietly about it
after she has left.