Vertigo. Swirling, spinning, swooshing sights, liquid lights, all in warped motion…out of my control. Like a room on a merry-go-round that won’t let me off. It slows, teasingly, then speeds up again. Don’t move. Lie still. Remain calm through the chaos. Breathe deeply and wait…for the ride to be over, for the nausea to cease, for normal to return. It will return. Vertigo. Lori Hardee. Jan 11, 2009.
(And, by the way, this poem looks much better in Festisite's Party Printer spiral effect, but I couldn't figure out a way to post it here in that format.)
|Author:||hardelm on Monday, 12 Jan. 2009|
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