F A L L
I was too proud. My free will got the better of me.
The fear I was so desperately hiding from turned its fiery head and began to smother me. Its blaze bathed me and tore away feather and bone until only two bloody stubs were left upon my blistered back.
This is my PUNISHMENT.
I begin to
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C R A S H I N G towards the earth which I came.
The brain pushes towards the back of the skull.
The heart shoves into the throat.
Breathing becomes too difficult and I slip into DARKNESS...
Maybe in this cold empty shell I will find solace...