Impaled Through The Shoulder
There's a throbbing in my shoulder, a pulsating ball of fire radiating heat throughout my body. It's heavy. It weighs upon my torso and binds me to the earth where I cannot get up. I struggle and bend my bones to lift this sphere buried between the shoulder blade and collarbone. It's weight suppresses my efforts and my limbs flail about in panic as I realize there is no escape. Fear and terror seize my mind as surely as the earth holds me. My sense of self screams and dives down, deep into my body to escape it. No matter where I run to, no matter which crevice of my body becomes my mind’s refuge, the vibrations corrupt every bone down to my toes. This piercing light within my shoulder captivates all it holds.
It's slowly driving me mad. The unnatural convolutions of my mortal cage force upon me the acid-like touch of it’s shimmering. Flight has failed me. I turn to face it within my mind, to embrace it and smother it with my ravaged and infested body. My consciousness creeps back up my spine until it emerges behind my eyes. Was this the wisest move? Was this the right choice? I’m now caged within my skull, staring into the eyes of the devil. I demand my heart to pound the rhythm of the war drums, to challenge this fiend. My blood responds with a surge through my veins to flush it out. My lungs heave in ice cold air to diminish the flames with chilled breath. This only feeds the fire and my heels are forced to the edge of the cliff on which I stand.
My own rhythm is lost in the undertow of the overpowering flame. I breathe in the final breath that freezes the lungs in permanent suspended animation and let my being fall from the face. Finally, the white pulsating light is extinguished in my final moment of victory, and I am shrouded in darkness forever and for always.
It's slowly driving me mad. The unnatural convolutions of my mortal cage force upon me the acid-like touch of it’s shimmering. Flight has failed me. I turn to face it within my mind, to embrace it and smother it with my ravaged and infested body. My consciousness creeps back up my spine until it emerges behind my eyes. Was this the wisest move? Was this the right choice? I’m now caged within my skull, staring into the eyes of the devil. I demand my heart to pound the rhythm of the war drums, to challenge this fiend. My blood responds with a surge through my veins to flush it out. My lungs heave in ice cold air to diminish the flames with chilled breath. This only feeds the fire and my heels are forced to the edge of the cliff on which I stand.
My own rhythm is lost in the undertow of the overpowering flame. I breathe in the final breath that freezes the lungs in permanent suspended animation and let my being fall from the face. Finally, the white pulsating light is extinguished in my final moment of victory, and I am shrouded in darkness forever and for always.