I wasn’t drowning. Down was just a suggestion. Time bent first— a soft buckle behind the eyes— my body

Light forgot its angles I remember the corridor, exhaling Static threading through me like a distant call more felt than

Sometimes it leaks A word overheard A song I can feel it The memory stutters Enough to disturb Flickers Not

The explanation always feels late Apologizing, allowed to remember Out of breath “The scariest part wasn’t forgetting. After that,

Suspicious No aftermath Some memories arrive finished No debris They stay in the body Clean Pressure Heat Leaving without knowing

Or a copy of one I don’t remember when it happened A room That’s not an accident Someone