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Author: Brooke Monroe
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Published: 09-21-05 - Updated: 09-21-05 - id:2011948

Take a step, a small one, not yet a choice.

And falling, spinning.

It grows dark I can’t see,

Downwards.

Down the rabbit hole,

Faster, dizzy everything grows bright.

A light so bright it hurts,

so bright it’s darker then the night.

Inside my eyes I see the stars dance;

they laugh and tease.

I try to join their dance,

but my body is too cumbersome.

My limbs are engorged and heavy.

My tongue grows as it chokes me,

I can’t breathe as my heart burst.

I feel as each layer of emotion peels off

Each blood vessel as it floats off toward another home.

I feel my eyes glaze over

they try to shield themselves from the light.

I feel it pulsing.

Each ray a drumbeat in my head,

pounding on me.

An endless beat of exquisite torture.

Round and round the merry go round.

And round.

Never stopping, make it stop.

The colors collide and crash



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