Lungs pushed until even breathing is too hard, my mind reels. But that’s normal.
The blackness swirls in my thoughts and consumes everything, until I give in to the feeling of loss that I’ve earned. I deserve it, I think.
It’s a square room of dread where I can’t see around or under anything, the walls are dark and foreboding.
It’s a black whirlpool, one where swimming is impossible–I’m sucked down, down, down, into its unforgiving depths
It makes my heart fill with a weight so heavy, I think I’ll sink.