Self-fulfilling

Come with me

into the depths of darkness you’ll never enter alone.

Let your heart wretch and shiver while taking my hand.

Hesitate, and in that moment doubt your purity.

Every molecule that exists to be you vibrates rapidly,

an itch that cannot be scratched simply because it doesn’t exist on the material plane.

Vertebra which once held strong become gelatin,

my body collapses and I become a weapon against your breathing.

You inhale deeply in vain, and somehow your breath becomes shallow

air becomes sharp as ice against your throat as it rushes in to hit some invisible wall.

This must be what drowning feels like,

but there is no water here.

This is where fear, desperation,

all of those bad feelings you bury exist.

It’s not what you expected,

a room of white- so pristine you can’t imagine such nasty things residing here.

An openness that should only bring feelings of freedom,

a purity that should only bring a sense of safety.

When did this place become so sinister?

Your body is free to move, but you can’t get your brain to agree with that.

Muscles, that once held you strong and able, fail you here.

I have not laid you down, and yet,

here you lay- helpless.

I have not beat you into submission, nor forced, nor threatened-

you followed me and took my hand.

You wish to leave and plead that I release this spell upon you,

there is no spell nor trickery here.

I have brought you to a place you created,

and only you have the power to destroy.

You can sit up, stand even, and I will not stop you.

Until you decide I am no longer worth your time,

until you decide to reach out beyond yourself

and find an anchor to the world outside of this one...

I will be with you here,

Till the end.