loss of control

Shake and faint.

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Copyright © 2020, Michael M Wayman

                
My hands begin to shake.
I see a luridly-coloured mosaic before my face.
I see nothing else.
I am where?
I’m going to faint.
I’m going to fall.
There is nothing to hold me.
I vomit.
Crash.