the familiar feeling burns my throat,
and no matter how hard I
try,
I cannot swallow the sensation

It is stuck there and it
seems like I am choking,
suffocating

I am spiraling downwards into
the darkness.
It envelopes me,
silently laughing at me.

The blackness is
all I know,
and I welcome it with
open arms.
It numbs me.

And I am stuck here
because I cannot explain,
cannot put into words ,
how the inky tendrils that
coil around my mind,
blossom into something
far more dangerous in the
pit of my soul.