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Again.
As if it had been a cliche, in an instant, I felt it all change. All my secure walls and barriers fell, shattered. I was back to my younger years. With a pit in my stomach, tingling, I felt it all over again. Defenseless, weak, and utterly scared, I felt my mind become a dense fog with no escape. My adrenaline kicked in. My emotions became this dazed frenzied turmoil, grabbing me by the head with no remorse. All these years of autonomy suddenly felt like nothing. A reminder that I was never in control and that it was coming back to break me from the inside out, again. The worst part is how I felt it gnawing, crawling, slithering all over my insides and how my body would've given in as quickly as it happened. Now, just prey, cornered and awaiting an inevitable end.
A deep breath.
A reminder that it has passed, for now. Until next time, as you stretch closer and closer, suffocating that final breath from my lungs. As you look outwards, never quite fully there, yet with that feverish smile carved into your unyielding mouth. Dripping. Hungry. Ready to consume. To ravage...
Me.
I wish I had wings.
Although, I'm not sure if they had been there to begin with, as you may have devoured them. This misshapen form lies in wait, healing, growing, and changing. Vestigial growths spurting from once healthy flesh now wounds looking for purpose. To what end? Im not sure.
Trauma.
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