The Great Unravelling

It was the middle of the night. You felt something rip into your flesh. A warm liquid sensation followed.

Were you sleeping?

You felt strings wrapped around you, caught in endless knots.

Barely able to move or breathe.

When you woke there was no sign of blood or gashes.

But you knew something was wrong.

The sun was out, the day sweet.

But you knew something was wrong.

There was a numbness creeping through you.

What was below?

Your submerged self caught in a tangle, wondering which way was up?

Were you angry or simply desperately bored.

There were monsters around, invisible in the shadows.

They called to you asking for attention, again and again.

Were you angry or simply desperately bored.