Somewhere secluded

A camping trip. Witnesses. “Friends”

Secluded in deep woods full of cryptid legends and shadow walkers maybe even the occasional yeti sighting

I waited for them to fall asleep in a drunken stopper. None of them even noticed I was drinking non alcoholic beer all night

3am witching hour. I hear a sound outside my tent

Then a rip

I’m dragged into the woods clawing at the dirt and any tree I pass

I leave bloody handprints leading to the cliff

This is all they ever find

Did I go over the edge?

Was I pushed ? Was I eaten? Do I now walk with the shadows

OR did I simply decide it was my turn to vanish

You’ll never know , and forever wonder