Reminiscent smell
It took hold so quick
Exhale
Twisting  turbulence threatening existence
Pealing back
Seeing though the vale
Mangled foreign words in my ear
They too feel it.
Turning
Those poor pitiful particles
******* skirmishing.
Don't close the book
Creatures all round
Faces?
Was I one of them?
Are they me?
Is that you?
Are you, you?
I am me,
am I you?
Are you me?
Dose it matter?
The end is near.
Fear.
Because the end is near?
Or because it's near the end?
Acceptance
Protruding brass sculpture, little black rectangle.
Have the voices stopped?
Silence.
What now?
Blurred vision
Boxes, boxes, boxes with dots.
Sweaty , running around.
Alone...
Where are they?
Living? Dying?
Exhausted.