The Picnic.

[serveitup61]

"Ok, open your eyes,"
Is what she told me.

When I did,
There was a river.

There were rocks,
and birds, and butterflies.

The water--cold, clear--
swallows my toes; spits them out.

And it's alive,
so alive outside.

"Ok, now close your eyes,"
She tells me again.

All disappears,
all becomes blackness.

And I'm dead,
so dead inside.

[miyako73]

I wonder why nobody has commented or liked this one. This work has style, and it is very cerebral. It's simplicity is not predictable at all.