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First published in Dandelion Scribes; 10-13-3026.
Down into the black
Are my eyes open?
Everything is dark.
I move my eyes from side to side.
Close their lids;
up, down.
Nothing but black.
It’s calm this nothingness.
No fear
or anxiety.
Just darkness. All black.
The surface under my feet feels hard.
Brick, wood, concrete?
No textures
or sound.
Void of light.
Nothing.
Not even the ringing in my ears.
Just
the black.
There is sensation at my feet.
Tingling.
Not fingers.
Not ants.
Smooth rolling.
Climbing?
Pulling?
Deeper into the black.
Can’t move.
Can’t struggle.
Can’t fight.
Being pulled?
Sinking?
Being consumed,
deeper into the black.
I can hear sound now.
It’s the beating of my heart,
inside my ears.
Fear has taken hold.
Where is this void taking me?
Why am I sinking?
Being pulled,
deeper into the black.
Lungs burning.
Can’t breathe.
Need to breathe.
Can’t move.
Need to run.
Need to hide.
Need to scream.
Sound gets lost
in the black.
Heart pounding!
Open mouth.
Blood coursing.
Flushed skin.
Is this fear?
Desperation of the unknown?
Terror of the past?
Darkness still consuming,
deeper into the black.
Run!
Hide!
Flee!
Move! Something! Anything!
Just move!
Anywhere but down,
deeper into the black.
Need light.
Need air.
Need space.
Need to move.
Body burns from lack of motion.
Need!
Need free from all the darkness,
inside the black.
Still pulling?
Still falling?
Feel the weight of nothingness,
deeper still
inside the black.
*First published on Dandelion Scribes 10 – 15 – 26. Honest Words Digital Collection
