Loch Ness

 



Leaping of the edge of the cliff



A swimmer's grace in my swan dive



Fully committed



As I hit the plane of shimmering clear



Something unnatural happens



Hitting hard in crumble of my bones



I fail to submerge,



     or even break the surface



Rejected by liquid coherency



As if i jumped into a pool whose water was previously drained



The Matron of the lake refuses to embrace me into her bosom



I lay on the surface, bloodied, like some twisted Jesus



The intense volleys of pain electrifying my body makes it impossible to fathom this apparent miracle



In the reflection of a bruised face



I need to know what the fuck I am



After the fall there is only crawling



Broken



Slithering my way to shore



Snake-like with tendons no longer connected



I scratch my way foreword as random fingernails chip off



There is little give in the gravity of my delirium



Finally inching my way to a square of concrete



In my weakened state, lacking strength of movement



Throwing my self on to the plateau in a feeble roll



Then a second unnatural phenomenon occurs



I drown into cement