In that moment, easily manipulated; yanked
I am spinning
It doesn't matter
As I wedge myself between barely visible and “God, I’m cursed!”
No restoration... when forces tear loose from their axis

And then I was reminded, "But did they inject and inspect every single part of you?"

Whirling up and swirling blackness
Stepping over a threshold
Tumbling me over
My heart maneuvers through a block of ice,
Some kind of arctic daydream

Strangling, a wearied me
Choking whatever warmth I had left within
awakening the nightmare
And far into my space I go
My flickering space
Jostled by pulsing fingers of tumultuous

And then I was reminded, "But did they inject and inspect every single part of you?"

Thus I am dark
The end note
Now
Pouring out all things without destination
And I barely stir… Then
Snap, crackle n pop

Out at its end
Where there is nothing else
I was nuthin’ more
The coup de grâce

A slave of this -

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Lunacy –
A prisoner of this cartoon that’s me, Shackled too... To dark cloud Demons - No doubt!

And then I remembered that they injected and inspected every single part of me...