Paul
the void closes around me
the faces of friends turn into Picasso-like monsters
clawing at my arms, my chest
the ground pulls at my feet and sucks me into a desolate black pit
I cling desperately to a last fading strand of light
till it snaps
and the cries echo down past my toes
into an empty place below the ground where
my dreams die silently
-MWE
May 2000
