Inside the Mind of a Ghost
doors tilt to spin
and the no-way-out victim-
hood shifts its tricks to no way
to get clear of the uninten-
tional roulette. more walls,
more corners, more trips, coming
faster to achieve less.
the spin, the spill, the howl of
the hunt through the haunt of whatever-
this-is. so hungry. lies, mirrors.
i wrap my skeleton to my
panicked bosom and feel the
marrow scream but no heartbeat.
i turn into a crushed-up, rolling thing
which careens in a whirl of zooms,
faster and faster, trying not to stop,
not to fall, not to go down, help me!
into the lurking cellar of risk.
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