text: Jacob Walls Drop of Water 
   
   
     
   	My body shifted to the left as dread soaked  
  my arms in the form of sweat, pouring over my brow  
  revealing quiet shutters of sleep calling me back to  
  my rest. Voices crept into my ears draining my  
  reality of all that wished for my attention, hoping  
  for my slumber to remain at bay, again I lapsed back  
  into my nightmare. Quivering I grappled at my left  
  hand wishing for its absence, damning it for its  
  sacrifice and slaughter. All around blood soaked to  
  my skin like a fly on paper. Why? How could I have  
  done this? My mind searched for its answers,  
  wondering what evil had spoken here. Immediately I  
  remembered my accomplice’s presence. Where had he  
  gone, I longed for his companionship sealing my  
  paranoia in an infinite day of unrest. My forfeit  
  could not fall into unwilling hands, I must escape,  
  and I have to recover the symbol given to my brother  
  my harbor of truth as to the crimes we had committed.  
  He abandons me here to kill, to murder for his own  
  gain. I then saw in the corner of the room pressed  
  against the kitchens hardwood, his eyes red with fire  
  of my own judgment. In his clutches lay the key. The  
  one and only to my escape, I wondered for its  
  recovery as his words fell on my ears as honey. I  
  asked his name though I knew, he must tell me. His  
  mouth opened causing absolute revelation. “My  
  friend”, I felt my lips whisper as my hand drew from  
  my body.  He stood and spoke, sending me from my  
  slumber. I shook my hair out wishing myself from my  
  dreams grasp. Standing I realized my demons identity  
  lay inside, wishing for its final release. My right  
  hand tightened into a ball as I worked its muscle  
  yearning to rid myself of the anarchy I held in my  
  grasp.  
   
   
   Publication Date: April 28th 2010 https://www.bookrix.com/-jacob.walls80