Brown Paper Bag It starts with A leap from static, vaguely an arm slivers between hard rock painted mystically orange above a deranged infinite abyss a spiraling downward the unknown reach for the surely bone shattering tug from the forgiving hand above a soul is torn from the rock the descent begins with a disorienting uncontrollable spin, im barely noticing the soul wrapped around my body until it squeezes me infinitely tight it is comforting except for the fear if you move will it crack? It's the only constant you know JUST DON'T MOVE I panic I have to move I began to notice the walls of the places are starting to look familiar I turn to bones I'm still holding on I read the walls, they're repetitive I began to realize I'm not falling it is the walls that are moving up I began to realize that I was the soul rapped around her I also realized that it was my hand that reached for hers and I think she's realized the whole thing too RUN that seems to be the thing to do where do I run? Before I figured it out I was swallowed whole