It’s a familiar feeling now

the way my hands shake

doing a jig no one understands

Jig, huh that’s funny

It’s less funny when my knees buckle

and I let them

Slam into the concrete with a crack!

and the sweat has pooled on my back

and in my clammy hands

So when I try to anchor myself

the last threads of normality slip through my fingers

slick

I can't quite see or hear

muffled

The voices around me are fed into a cup on a string

and I’m clutching mine to my ear

desperate,

for they are my last hope for survival

but someone’s snipped it in the middle

They’ve traced all the tangled wires in my head

and pulled the plug somewhere

And everything is so dark

And so cold

And so quietloud

So I give up and

let the tide pull in

wrap its icy tendrils around my ankles

And silently

sweep my feet out from under me