World spins, whirling off-kilter
Dizzying axis-bent twirl
Tumbles her, head hitting, feet
From one twisted surreality
Unceremoniously into the next
Thrust aghast
Into nightmare’s new screening
Playing on and on and on
Dropped disoriented amongst
Cadre of rough-edges men
Stepping-stone, supposed
To freedom,
A positive move
Deposits her in waters
More foreign than those
She already in terror traversed
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