I am afraid of lakes in the forest, with its dewy bottom and roots and fishes.
It is like I am disturbing the water by swimming in it.

Disturbing something slumbering, with white blind eyes and sharp teeth.

A human virus, that will be dragged down into the mud..sink thru.
Feel the veins of the earth search within the skin, down into my own roots.
Eyes and mouth fill with cold black water, the last glimpse of the dying sun.

The worst part would be that it would probably feel good.
To be a part of something old, or anything at all.
The lake will love me for my skin, my bones, my flesh.
A cold homely grave.