Falling, but slowing, as if the soup of black sucked at me, pulling at my descent. I came to an abrupt halt in the dark, hanging upside down it felt before whatever power held me turned me

slowly upright. Crushing against me a moment as if to prove it owned me before retreating. At least, the pressure did. But the black, that remained, absolute and utterly defeating.

I wept for a time, hands over my face, not sure what to do or how to fight back, needing the ...