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.