Interesting
                          How I hold so firmly to the times I've been wronged
Yet
                                               Carelessly lose grip of when I was not right

Was it expected?
Did I lie?
Could I prevent it?
Could I try not to cry?

Was it routine?
Did you sigh?
What else could you do?
You needed to fly.

It phases through dimensions
Each one like it,
A target,
A food source.

This ride may be your last.
Did you hug your wife?
Kiss the children?
Going up!

Never has the button been pushed
Harder, or more frantically,
Than this moment.
Bones crack together.

The Shining took inspiration,
Borrowed from true horror.
The stained door closes.
Next floor.

The trench beckons.
I dropped an item,
Years ago,
And I want it back.

The pressure builds,
But the glass holds
And the creatures stare,
Curious, at the alien.

The trench swallows.
Darkness in the descent.
A keen eye will not help.
The picture in my mind calls.

The pressure overcomes.
My glass shield shatters.
The sea caresses,
And I've found it.

Anchored again.