I am haunted by my young history,
a spectral thing that follows me
until it finds my darker centre,
disappears down a swirling black hole
for a while, for a moment,
never forever.
At night, I see the ghosts:
swirling, dancing spirits;
a small spark, a resounding bang;
the fall, the fall, the fall.
It bounces off my walls
until the void opens up,
breathes, swallows.
It repeats, I am hollow.
And around me the ship creaks –
a funny thing –
bordering on so much death,
a hair's breadth from the threat,
and yet,
I am more afraid of me.
An illusion hovers at my door,
a white memory fragment,
and I realise I can sum up my heart. Imagine –
white ice fear surrounded by oblivion.
I sit up in bed; dark swirls around my head.
Rubbing my eyes, I squint at my ghosts.
Is that...?
"Atara, what are you–"
The doorway blinks away the light,
reveals nothing but the dark of night.
I am dreaming, of course,
half-in, half-out of reality.
My black-hole heart closes up,
the dark world yawns,
and I fall.
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