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Apr 2017
I can feel it now…

the back of my scalp
starts to crawl
as it hovers over me.

tingling sensation trickles
from my toes to
my hips.

so cold
so cold
so cold

the air drops
to below
freezing.

I can see my breath…

vision starts to fade
all the eye can see
but a faint purple.

purple turns solid
like a shroud
over my face.

all I see is
nothing but
black.

so dizzy
so dizzy
so dizzy

brain feels fuzzy
eating itself
away.

where am I…

body falls,
soul leaves
the chrysalis.
nycteris
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nycteris  20/F/United States
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