De- ...
I close my eyes and I see a thousand bats flying in my head.
Swirling around furiously in the dark, with no purpose other than a blind, impulsive fear.
Every attempt to plead for an escape richocheting violently around.
With no way out.
The embrace of tiny arms feels like nothing more than the faint and distant vibration of someone trying to save you.
This is what happens when your body no longer belongs to you ... but you're still inside.
3 comments:
You know, you're really a poet deep down. I take it the "De..." which is the title of this post is from the prefix that typically indicates the undoing or destruction of things. If not, no matter; that's what I get from it. Be good.
(My word verification is "upbras" and that alone is enough to bring a smile)
that is exactly what i was going for with that. a generally undoing of things.
this stuff is way above my understanding.
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