Laying down looking up
at white walls splashed with
colors of electric candles
while my spinning brain matter aches.
Reaching from bed frames
four, five, six kraken fingers
dart and dash, upwards and downwards
The fear. The fear made flesh lids
cover my red eyes.
Now open again
white walls.
Cries escape me, with little else to do
“Won’t you help?”
as wet, slim crawls me.
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