The Narrators in his Head

Follow the river

The flowing, grey river

With your feet

Feel the cold, smooth stones

Caress your feet

There are weeds

Up ahead

That hide the horrors within

You know not what’s in store for you

You feel the rivers bed slope downwards

The water rises above your feet

To your hips

Keep going

Till you’re submerged


Pause the scene


A 20 year old, frozen

In a river

Water, neck high

Listening to everything

The voices in his head tell him

Foolish and gullible


Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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