vertigo is

the voice you hear falling off the edge of wakefulness like a recording going on ad infinitum and it's still dizzying after these centuries compacted into a nothingness that's always been there but only emptied even more somehow when she dissolved into a chaos of gunpowder and grey matter leaving you a mess like her but one of hollow bones and a heart turned resentful ever since that day when shots rang out and she kissed you farewell and you've never been so dizzy before she taught you how to love but she never told you exactly what

vertigo is