Dazed and confused, I stumbled forward… my eyes searching for nothing.  My ears listening only to the silence in my soul.  But my feet, my aching feet, found the tip of a cool, kissing pond.  The sweet touch of the water sizzled on my burning skin.  Chills of relief begged my eyes to seek the source.  I smiled at the timid image that looked back at me.  Only to realize, his face would wash away, as I bent to press my lips to drink.

My heart, bleeds…

~Anaïs Faythor