Split me apart and let everything go numb,
become devoid of structure.
My limbs flail about as the cephalopod’s ink blots out all existence.
It tells me to beware the girl with the enticing face.
She paints herself worried and caring,
but as she drifts away I see the lynching mob she leads.
They sway to and fro fishtailing in the endless abyss
it is so impossibly white it blinds me to all else that might possibly exist.
As everything fades into a singularity
I am awoken to a world that seems more menacing than the one I just fled
a world that makes no apologies, and never relents.
I want to go back.
