Sober short poem

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Dragging the floor,
Like a mangled doll.

Facing a decrepit wall,
Rip it off like paper.

The blackness of void,
Like a pool of ice water.

Out a silver hand outstretches,
Rippling the wall.

You’re pulled inside,
soaked by the dark.

Inside feels like thousands
of pins
and needles
sticking inside.

Numbness a wool blanket covering you.
Consciousness is a slippery fish.
Impossible to hold and keep.

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