Upon Awaking
The carpet's not the floor.
The opening is not the door.
I thought myself a hammer,
Always in her hands.
I swore I knew the way,
But found the hall was wrapping round.
I exited into the start again.
The bottom's
Ever further
Down.
The evening is not the night.
Today,
I woke to bloodstains
Inside my top sheet.
I stared into half-light
And realized my power.
- 5/20/26
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