No. We watch him break the cold green waters surface, falling and flailing like we had done before, we cling with icy pale hands relentless and determined to add him to our home. No. You shall not leave, we have not left.
Our cold slippery fingers clasp his ankles tightly and pull him deep into our long water full embrace, our long dead stiffened faces glaring with anger and pure hatred for the living. No. You shall not leave, we have not left.
Our pale stone cold eyes of death dim and sad, selfish and angry but also fearful watch him with content, finally another member to our dead and wiry family. No. You shall not leave, we have not left.
Souls and corpses, eyes wide and always watchful long dead from our drowning and panic, much like he will be, filled with panic but we promise it will not last soon your life will vanish and only calm will follow. No. You shall not leave, we have not left.
Yes. The boy dragged from their evil grasp, breathing and spluttering, to live another life and continue where they had died, his father clutching him tightly, filled with tears of joy and vanishing fear. Yes. Live and belong.
You have escaped us. We the souls of Hell Spring Lake forever damned and drowned, forever dead. Doomed. We the souls of Hell Spring Lake.
J.Bennett. |
Submission Name: Hell Spring Lake.
