Seconds

Seconds

Staring down
the barrel 

of red funky 

looking monkeys

intertwined

trying to climb

get out of here

to where?

Lights flashing

Staring 

 sling shot

not flinching

looking through cylinders so dark

not very amusing

pain

pain

stretching for miles

 minutes

nape of my neck

 to my finger tips

losing feeling

weightless

Staring
machine-like
robotic 

monsters

in the periphery

suddenly

out of nowhere

ready to pounce

on their prey
crashing

brakes failing

moving forward

G forces uncontrollable

slow motion

seconds

Waiting

staring down

looking in

wondering where

it all began

so weightless

useless

timeless

numbing
then

writhing

pain