I see it in the distance
A grey curtain
Nearer, nearer
Till suddenly and almost,
But not quite, without
Warning I am covered,
Surrounded,
Drowning
In the shocking wetness
Of it.
Like a shower on a
Summer day
It arises from nowhere, from everywhere
Sucking the air from
My lungs
Stopping my heart from
beating.
Altogether cold.
Linda L Logan
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