FOG

Four hunched figures broached the gloom
of the myopic fog,
flinching from its necromantic embrace –
the only spirits summoned
manifesting as one doubled over:
retching resonating
through each tiny droplet
until drowned by the pitiless laughter
of friends.

Two muffled reports hung in the air
but,
darker than the night,
the icy gossamer
refused to divulge their source,
flaunting its osmotic uncertainty.

Figures stumbled past
and,
as they progressed,
the nebulous tide erased their memory
and doused the streetlights.