steady footing

Boiling pot. Shaking walls. Shattered glass. Rattled awake from exhaustive apathy.

Running with a sense of urgency. Although, without a sense of direction. Just away.

Adjacent to a bottomless pit. One-thousand disembodied arms pull me back from the unknown. They choke me, beat me. Chest tight - like a corset. Stagger. Slip. Cloud of dust - swirling.

Fingers, wrapped around the edge of bright red stone, pull into the void. Rush of wind, followed by:

Suspension; Clarity; Release.

Pot boils over. Walls remain. Glass unscathed.