to the brim hears a furtive
splash, an object once-human
slowly settles, snagging in
hidden branches, one shoe
already missing, before head-
first drifting down, wallowing,
deeper into the heavy water,
too silted to see that sinking
shape anymore, descending
into the depths where horses
drowned when the under-
ground river exploded through
the walls eighty-one years ago.
James Aitchison is an Australian author and poet. As Mike Rader, he writes horror and noir fiction and poetry. His work has twice appeared in Black Poppy Review, as well as Horror Tree (Trembling with Fear), Thriller, Akashic Books (Mondays are Murder) and many other magazines and anthologies.
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