Written in response to our prompt ‘crossing the river Styx’. We will be sharing a piece by someone in our community each day this week in the lead up to our Issue II announcement next week.
Waking on the River Styx by L. Stevens
flat on my back, my eyes open
to darkness, I sit
up quickly, then freeze, feeling
the boat rock and shift
the air is heavy
with wails and groans, the closest
weighted cries of grief
arms reach out of black water
stretch towards the boat
fingers scraping against wood
grips too weak to hold
the riverbank looms
a fiery orange shore
then an endless gloom
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