*not the prompt. Although sometimes I feel like a zoo animal that has gone missing…”

You were spinning

on, like a cable.

My hands were tied

to the table

The way it looks

They way it feels

The way the light

Hits the shadow

• it appeals

Scraping dark lines

off, marks.

Then there is the way

my blood congeals

The way it looks

They way it feels

The way the light

Hits the shadow

• isn’t real.

But the light flickering

left, simply says

‘No location found’