Completed.

Black widows and locker rooms in restaurants;
I ran to escape only to fall into a bar in lira.
Stairs cascaded up and down, mocking gravity,
as I stumbled through lego-like landscapes, livid.
I remained terrified through pangs of memories of
men from the past, arachnid encounters and abandonment.
Somebody forcefully wanted my money and the sun shone more than here;
my father walked the same floors and I had my own coatrack.

My half-life awaits.