waking at Springvale

I drank pure water from the ground

Anastasia

hear we are

with others like you

this is my

last goodbye

meerly cats

the world

(these giant trees)

this new world

(water on my face)

is your oyster.

the ghost shell

no casings here

eternal safety

far away from Springvales blood memories

and I wake up

on a familiar bloody mattress.

How long had I wandered again?

The nightmares never cease

But at least

I was alone.