I’m looking forwards, yet seem
to be moving backwards.
The future on the hazy horizon edges
away from me, as I glance over my shoulder
to see my backside meet the floor and fall
through it, down to the Pit, to be with the other arses.
Ok, so I fell off the moving stairs again.
My fault for eyeing those men.
The last thing I need is
you laughing.
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