Nadia Gerassimenko
It’s a spiral
after Alan Wake II
“Now we’re tumbling down
We’re spiralling
Tied up to the ground
We’re spiralling”
— Keane, Spiralling
You are you are you—looping in a lie deep redesigned a thousand endless nights. When you’ve
been led here first, you’ve been here before, déjà entendu ghostly echoes whispered between
shadows of a future passed, a past foreshadowed. So vast, dark waters have taken, and have
taken you—whence and where you’re then and there, and now where when at all. Anchored by
chiliad of shades and smoke and crimson thick, you strain to reach for any shine of moon, and
pages lost in rewords scratched off—where somewhere light awaits. All you come to is your
wake, awake again and dreaming still. You are you are you realizing—
Nadia Gerassimenko is a freelance editor and writer. She has poetry, fiction, and essays published in various magazines such as Luna Luna Magazine, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, The Mighty, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Yes Poetry, Quail Bell Magazine, RESURRECTION Mag, The Hellebore, among others. In her free time she screams her lungs out to survival horror games.
www.ngediting.com
Banner Art:
from Vortice, Darwin Vegher, Unsplash, 2017
