The bottle rolled across the lot

The bottle rolled across the lot.

The sound was all the life it got,

a clatter on the stone.

The world began to tilt and slide.

There wasn't any place to hide

when I was all alone.

The ceiling fan was just a blur.

A grey and steady, rhythmic whir

above the narrow bed.

The gravity was thick as grease.

I only wanted one small piece

of quiet in my head.