Here it comes

Hard, like iron

Fast, like a train

Unstoppable

Lightning flashes, jagged

Rough-scratching at my eyes

Shuddering, irregular, too bright

Intrusive, unwanted

Jarring sounds

Itching, scraping in my ears

High pitched voices, piercing

Whining music, someone else's beat

Sharp odours

Rushing in with every breath

Sweet, sickly corruption

Boiling sulphur, scorching flesh

Overload. Risk of derailment.

Storm surge, explosive exhalation

Ravaging vocal cords

Splitting the fouled night

Chemical defences

Kick in late

Hit the buffers

Rebound

Cease

Sink back into darkness

Cool, velvety void

Soft, slow, cushioning

Down

Down into the smooth, black silence

Inside of me.