They went down to the river, their bodies draped in white. Their voices sang so sweetly I nearly forgot I was a creature of darkest night.
My vessel in his robes walked down the curling path. The preacher woman held up her old hand and drew my vessel near. “Come here to me, my sweet child, your time is finally here.”
I clenched tight inside this submerged tomb, water holding me down. When the preacher lifted him I remained behind, a demon that had been drowned.
This was written for the Sammi Cox weekend writing prompt #75, submerge. As a good Baptist (who is leaving for church in about 20 minutes), I immediately thought about baptism when I saw the word. I put a little Halloween twist on it – hope you enjoy!