Zona1

Cut—

Lights out

Still—

I see

Shapes—shift

Teeth—grit

Don’t—blink

Or slip

Breath—cold

Neck—tight

Turn—fast

No one

Walls—bend

Close—in

Skin—crawls

Under

Real?

Fake?

Split—

Break—

Sometimes I wonder if I suffer from phantasmagoria—

Sometimes—I don’t

World—twists

I can’t—hold

Sometimes—it won’t

Voices—call

No one—there

Choke—

Air—

Losing—grip

Losing—control

Sometimes—I don’t

Stop—

Wait—

Hear—

That—

Step—slow

Floor—cracks

Eyes—wide

Don’t—look—back

Nothing—there

Still—feel

Everywhere—

Real—

Pull—down

Drag—in

No—out

No—end

Me—?

Or—something—else—?

Locked—inside—

Myself—

Sometimes I wonder if I suffer from phantasmagoria—

Sometimes—I don’t

Faces—form

Break—apart

Tear—through

Dark—

Close—edge

End—near

Taste—fear—

Sometimes—I don’t

I—SEE—IT

I—FEEL—IT

NO—ONE—BELIEVES—IT

I—FIGHT—IT

DENY—IT

CAN’T—DEFEAT—IT

IN—MY—HEAD

IN—MY—SOUL

NO—CONTROL

NO—CONTROL

CUT—THE—LIGHTS

LET—IT—IN

TEAR—MY—MIND—

FROM—WITHIN

DRAG—ME—DOWN

BITE—THE—CORE

OPEN—UP—

THE—DOOR

PHAN—TAS—MA—

GO—RI—A

PHAN—TAS—MA—

GO—RI—A

Close—eyes—

Does—it—fade—?

NO—

Comes—back—

WORSE—

Face—fear—

Let—me—go—?

NO—

PULL—ME—

DOWN—BE—LOW

Sometimes I wonder if I suffer from phantasmagoria—

Sometimes—I don’t

Trapped—inside

World—I—made

Sometimes—I won’t

If—it’s—fake

WHY—SO—REAL

CUTS—MY—THROAT

Think—I’m—healed—

Sometimes—

I—DON’T