On the floor,
against the wall,
someone screaming, “call for help”
spinning, can’t focus.
the chipped paint mocks me.

Voices fade,
in and out,
a distant siren wails, a plea?

My own breath,
shallow, tight,
is this really happening now?

The cold tile,
a harsh embrace,
numbness creeping, slowly stealing.

Just stay awake,
just breathe deep,
before it all disappears.

Is that my name they’re calling?
Everything is getting dark.