Poem Prompt: Stuck

My eyes aren't opening.

I'm stuck in this daze.

I'm nauseous, I'm spinning.

My feet are flat, but not on the ground.

I reach out in front of me,

all I touch is a puff of nothing.

I can turn around to see what I just saw

through my closed eyelids.

It all looks the same,

but is so mind-numbingly overwhelming.

There's a ring in my ear.

I can't make sense of anything.

I huddle up, lost.

I feel a hand wrap around my wrist.

I blink--

once, twice--

I can open my eyes.

And I can clearly see her.

Her short black curls and full pink lips;

her pale rose wrap dress drapes over her.

She doesn't have much height but stands tall;

her copper brown fingers tighten on my wrist. 

Her dark brown eyes look down on me;

she scoffs.

My gaze darts--

what's so funny?

She starts to cackle.

I'm scared.

She laughs louder, leaning over.

Her laugh overtakes the ringing.

It's so mocking--degrading.

I try to scoot away,

but I bump into another of her--

also laughing.

They're identical

with the same dehumanizing glint in their eyes.

I swallow and shake.

I try to crawl away

and I'm kicked. 

Right in the side and I tumble over. 

I look over--it's another her.

I look down at myself

and see two copper brown legs 

sticking out of a pale rose dress.

I freeze.

Another her sees me sitting there

and puts her hand on my shoulder.

I look at her and watch her laugh.

The similarities were

scary.

I pulled away from her grip and ran.

Four others were there waiting,

ready to push me back.

There are more behind me--

they encompass me.

Dozens of them;

more and constantly appearing.

I'm stuck.

I fall down.

And I just want to

cry.