After the 13th - A Cameo

When they emerged, they looked and spoke as if they had been drinking blood, slow and guttural, their faces worn, but quietly smiling, pale, faintly iridescent skin dimly glowing as if whatever they had been through had drawn on their inner energy but replenished it with something     other    somehow. 

Dream

Liminal

Audio dreams;

I am not blind but

There is something I cannot yet see

I hear you

The roar of the 

Is it water ?

Overwhelming us both.

I am

Drowning

With you