a spectral hand
yanks at my wrist
I scream into
deliberate oblivion
eyes do not adjust
vertiginous reeling
floors, ceilings, walls,
where-
is the door?
spin-spin-spinning.
fumbling, falling.
tumbling, stalling.
mumbling, stalking.
sensing imminent jeopar-
I am not yours.
Don’t. Let. Go.
sinister cacopho-
GASP.
ink is free, so…