Spiraling down a black hole.
I am a tornado.
I am a gust of wind.
Falling into this dark place and coming up for air again.
Bones crackling, muscles spasms.
I fly in every direction, involuntary movements.
I shake. I want to scream. I want to die.
I feel like a contortionist, movements like a puppet, twisting and turning.
My mind, utter silence unable to scream.
I fall into a dark little hole, no one can find me- except you.
You pull me out, with your touch, with your words.
I need you, I need you to help me breathe again.
I need you to make it stop.
Tremors in my hands; a twitching shoulder.
Your voice calms me, I need you here.
I can’t walk. I feel like I’m dying.
I only feel okay, when you’re beside me.