Unraveling the abyss -
that mad churn leeching behind me,
screeching bells in my ears -
your hand out, ahead;
I focus on you, clasp you -
Please don't let me go.
In your grip, cloaked,
I can look back, safe,
and see the horror you saw;
it was home
for so long.
But not always.
Not always.
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