Flashback

You feel it, 

the first tug pulling you down.

What was the trigger? A word? A thought?

Your thoughts race. 

One mental hand 

tries to bail while 

the other pulls 

in the futile 

attempt 

to steer 

away 

from your 

internal Charybdis.

Your mind watches, detached, as you 

draw closer, swirling, circling. 

Whether you fight or you surrender, 

you know you will drown.

Drawn down into those dark waters where 

nothing escapes and no light penetrates, 

where the monsters dwell.

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