Sometimes it shrinks down to the merest pinprick
Those are the moments I can breathe again
Sometimes it widens to a black gaping maw
Those are the moments I hope it doesn’t swallow me whole
Perspective is a funny thing, giving some things nuanced context and pushing others into further extremes
I wait, trying to breathe, forcing my eyes to stay open, my stomach to unclench
It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine. It’s all fine.
One more thing checked off, one more person out … except it’s more like three more
How many rings will each person cross before their fate is sealed?
When does it come back into focus?
There. The quick inhalation. The sharp, crisp lines. THERE!
Gone again in a blink
It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine. It’s all FINE.