Torque to Descent (poem)

Slipping from the stiff as a board

white out that envelops her existence

the fabric of her reality unravels

spinning out of control

she makes her descent a crash landing

due to the torque on a slippery reed like surface

arpeggio legs syncopate and

fingers narrowly miss the eight-legged ballerina.

Jumping into the hypnotic pools of her Kindle

she blows the descending spider away

with her hot hurricane breath.

Fingers hit the home button

scanning the horizon for collections

hoping to see a familiar face

she selects one of her numerous zombie stories

Inside everything is black and white like a film noire

shadows populate by amorphous moans

struggling to battle fatigue

the dude drags his leg

the sweet smell of doughnuts bekon him

he sinks his teeth into the screaming pastry.

Why, where is that sound coming from?

Repulse, rachet, torque

the raspberry filled doughnut spills inky black pools on the floor.

I hope you enjoyed my spooky poem. :)