Fear reverberates through my bones
An old déjà vu tugs its way toward me.
A feeling. A taste. A sound.
So familiar and yet…
Through soft air and dying leaves, I fall
Spiraling down toward the earth
To cover it in a downy white blanket.
Where is this?
Who am I?
Is this hunger?
Will I claw my eyes from their sockets to escape this feeling?
I can’t be here, not after so many years and countries have passed.
The blood runs shallow beneath my skin.
Be careful. The ice is thin and rotten
and nobody will hear your vocalizations
Your cry for help.