Audrey Ashira

spinning

Metallic doors. Follow me.
Artificial light. Look at me.
Room spinning.
*laughter* Gravity.
We’re being pulled.
I lean against the wall. Reach out to touch you, but can’t move.
Blood rushes to the back of my head. White-light turns colors.
You turn your eyes away [please – don‘t]
And it all stops.
“Ride’s over, kids.”

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