It's dark and we're drunk.
"Let's go swimming!" Seems like a good idea;
We're young and full of fun and cheap wine.
Warm night, bright stars.
Trees cut the sky with black branches.
The nearest lights are far away, across the lake.
We shiver happily at the imagined danger
Of being out so late, in the dark.
We throw down our clothes
And splash into the lake,
Shouting and cursing happily.
Shivery cold, I swim out past the others,
Into the middle of the lake.
Everything goes quiet in my buzzing ears.
Nothing around me but dark water.
I see their clothes on the shore,
Bright against the grass.
"Guys, what the hell?"
I'm getting mad,
Covering up the gathering fear.
Then I look down
Beneath my treading feet.
This demon of the darkest water
Flies up at me.
Bloody and ghastly and glowing white eyes,
Silver teeth for rending and ripping.
Reality Is Thin
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