again
I am cresting something
I don’t understand.
The motions
feel empty
and I
do too.
Grab my hand
and pull me back,
The void is stronger
than I thought.
I joke about it,
not knowing
it was reeling me in.
Its tendrils worming
through every crack
in my facade.
Sucking the colour
from my skin
and
making itself
at home.