Red streaks like lightning
sting in the corners of her eyes.
Sleep: out of reach.
Tethered to a wall,
repelled like 2 magnets that won’t touch,
bouncing.
Her thoughts are lights extinguished,
soft glow still permeating,
just enough to feel the
nag nag nagging
of the panic. Unwelcome intrusion.
Field of view like the wrong end of binoculars.
Far. So far, and a blur shifts
slightly with each blink.
Hands aren’t hands when they cannot move.
An accessory.
Weighted arms, legs cinderblocks.
In an ocean she would sink.
Screaming bubbles that
float to a surface far.
So far and desolate.
No land in sight.
Island couldn’t describe the lonely.  
She’s a deep sea undiscovered.
Pressure insurmountable and rising
rising
     rising
to the sun. Catching fire.