a gorge, black, airless. Objects, faces and feelings that run. I try to grab something, someone. Slide, slide, slide down and down, sucked up by a force that crushes me. I'm terrified of not being able to hold on to anything, to anybody, Reels and cry without a voice.
No grip, no hiding place, clothes torn and blurred vision. I keep trying to reach out and who I love and my things. But slip, slide away. And they with me in the dark.
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