Walls bend
— slow —
floors give way,
not shattered,
just slipping out from under me
like they were never meant to hold.
I step
— forward —
but arrive nowhere,
each movement
a circle drawn in dust
that forgets my name.
My Shadows whisper
through the seams of the room,
walls trembling
with things unsaid,
and I move
but nothing notices.
Nothing lives
— not truly —
nothing dies,
just a stillness wearing different masks.
My eyes stay open
but sight won’t settle,
truth thinning
into something I can’t touch,
each reach
already empty.
Breath comes back
hollow,
sound without weight,
a maze tightening
inside my chest,
turn after turn
after turn
no rest,
no rest,
no rest.
Hands meet glass,
then nothing,
cold pressing into colder,
never mine to hold.
Faces flicker,
fail,
fade out of place,
time folding
over itself
again
and again.
I’m missing
— somewhere inside —
then gone,
then briefly here,
then hollowed out again,
my mind turning
in slow, collapsing circles,
dragging me under
without depth,
without bottom,
forever
forever
Nevermind.