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…