Eyes of Treason

While all the world around her
thrashed and bellowed and raged
the water remained calm.
Always calm.
And calmness did envelop her
it did
as she walked out onto the pier that night
fright had vanished
and her mind had relinquished
the knot which had until then
been restricting the comfort
of her stomach.

She disappeared in the blackness
that was so black
it was blue.
into the cold night air,
that was so cold
it went unnoticed by
the ghostly figure of a young woman
heading down the pier
as if there were no end to it,
as if she would gently walk off the end
and continue on forever,
gently floating in air.
and, of course, at the end of the pier
laid the piece of reality
necessary to throw her back
into the pits of her underworld:
a single scrap of art,
with a splattering of lettersand numbers on the back,
all backwards and upside down...