I turned into an alley that had No right to exist The walls stretched at impossible Angles while the graffiti Writhed like snakes Letters curling as they worked to Unspell themselves before Reforming into shapes That I couldn’t comprehend Spray-painted faces snarled Whispered Laughed Every corner I passed Seemed to fold inward Narrowing Bending Guiding me deeper into a labyrinth That was neither city nor dream Smoke from a joint Or maybe the air itself Curled around me Forming letters Warnings I could almost read Shapes hovered like Half-formed geometry The theremin-like wail From the previous night returned Sharper Higher Twisted into an accusation that I could feel behind my ribs
A mere snippet from an Unusual book that I'm writing -Sorelle