Tethered Reality by Veronica Suarez Living in the whirlpool of my mind. Filth and all things crawling. Seesaw anxiety. Like stepping on a landfill of ants or swarms of Everglades mosquitoes. Or Greek olives, the color of kidneys. These gunshot words. Neon spidery nerves. Clenched teeth, cracked fingers. Bit lip, quiver. Unwind these spiny fingers, sticking to my brain. The light is waning in the darkness.