Mist

• Katrina Repse, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

Mist.
The cold damp, mist washed over my body.
I shivered.
I stared around me, looking for some sign of life.
Silence.
The air was too cold to be normal.
Ghosts?
I turned to run but my feet were stuck fast to to ground.
Immovable.
The flakey letters on the shop signs fell to the ground.
Indecipherable.
The shadows moved slowly in the darkness.
Fear.
Then the mist flowed over me, cold and dark.
Mist.