Alone I sit in abeyant slumber
A wishful word seeps ominous breath
Under lines written yet never spoken
A messaged bottle sunk deep into darkness
A reflective glimmer to entice curious hands
Reach towards with bated wisdom
Take heed the muffled cries
A severed tongue speaks no warning
The shining light only grows more distant
Thrashing water quickly returns to still and calm
The perfect murder with hidden tracks
Another victim of the bridge
Awaits others yet to join.
Photo taken in City Bank, Cirencester.