Fever Dream (A Rhyme) FB-FWG 300 word flash fiction based on the picture below. Drama Triggers: Death of children – Disease

It’s sails waved quickly, carrying its passengers through the midst of the sea.

Taking us from a land haunted by something that couldn’t be.

We barely escaped with the clothes on our back.

Whatever was spared, we placed in woolsacks. 

The dark skies followed with each wave we rode.

Was it a storm or the monster – like the stories we were told?

He had taken our crops, our supplies, and much worse. 

The first-born babies of the maidens were cursed.

Tossed in the water as the journey went on.

Their eyes filled with blood, all except for one.

He spoke his first words, loud and clear, as he excited the womb.

He painted a picture of our impending doom.

For months we travelled to reach the opposite shore.

Something beat us there; our new home was prepared for the gore. 

The settlers before us, carrying torches, yelled towards my people.

“You murderous filth, we hold no place for your evil.”

The well captain begged and pleaded, explaining our truth.

They set fire to our boat, killing us at our roots.

We were disease stricken; but they would never know.

Our journey had nothing to do with food that could not grow. 

The fever we carried changed all of our lives.

Reality distorted, trying just to survive. 

We weren’t murderers, just sick, not knowing our minds lied.

We hadn’t been on that boat at all, we actually died.