"Bridge."

[Ris Yerg]

In my dreams I see a boiling river
And a wobbly bridge across it.
I can't go over this bridge
To the other river bank.
The birds,
With eyes like the light bulbs,
Fly menacingly above it.
I look onto the river, bridge and flock.
There are not any emotions. I know.
My day awaits me.
I'll go over this bridge.
But somebody would think:
Another fearsome bird
Flies to the other side.

[addy]

Nice nightmarish vibe to this. Love that ending, that flips the narrator from bystander to something else. Thanks for the read

[Ris Yerg]

Thank you so much, Addy!
R.Y.

[Cthonian]

I love the abrupt end. Also the image of a boiling river is quite a terrifying one!

[Ris Yerg]

Thank you so much!
R.Y.