Things fall apert (Vol.2)

Like a hopeless moth towards its fiery death, I run Hands flailing through the air, as I swim through anarchy Mind focused, breathing regulated, so as not to drown “I’m coming, I’m coming…” the only rationale keeping me conscious “Almost there, almost there…” my grappling at an ever-fading horizon Heart suddenly kicking against its sternum cage, as my horizon stands still I could never mistake it, red door with a corrugated roof I grab the handle, only for fear to rear its ugly head “She’s okay, she’s okay…” said in the most self-convincing of huffs Tongue lobbyist succeeds, and the door creeks open {End of Part 2}