“dizzy vertical drops”
The air in my head formed a pretzel,
salty and fashioned like hard bread,
unbundling my sanity on the fall
Onward, the memories plunge into me.
wind howling with ancient tempest
all purpose taken by the scooping clouds,
I feel my neurons screech criminally
they break and crack, raspy; crunch.
Onward, the sky screams into me.