To my room I feel confined.

Trapped.

A prisoner of my own mind.

Ceilings are getting taller

Sweat soaking my collar

My throat is getting smaller

I am barely able to call out her name.

I am getting smaller but my vices and flaws are not reacting the...

same.

The shame becomes too much and suddenly these made up floors turn into made up dust

and the hate I can feel it

in the back of this room.

my mind.

its calling...

these made up floors turn into dust and suddenly

I'm falling.

The pain I feel it in my ears

my mouth,

these locked doors.

I'm falling.

Suddenly there is dust all around me and I'm no longer standing on made up floors.

Suddenly.

The hurt I feel it in the boarded windows,

or...

my eyes?

The hurt I feel it like a shooting pain from wall to wall it stings my thighs.

Suddenly?

suddenly...

the floors,

the dust,

it's all lies.

and suddenly

I'm

falling.

I have been falling.

I am still falling.

How long have I been falling.