Once while standing at the base
of a steep spiral staircase,
a fever dream stole my equilibrium –
the pinpoint of light above appearing
like the tiny aperture at the end
of a camera lens as my fluttering eyelids
attempted to bring it into focus.
Heights have never felt quite right,
yet that bright white eye
at the top of the ceiling
suddenly seemed more appealing
than I could’ve dreamed possible
at the moment of my ascent.
Haunted Avenues 