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Jul 2012
The light burns and my eyes shrivel up in their socket.
They roll back into my head and I sigh.
I look around in there.
I ogle at my insides.
So many colors.
Red, pink, blue, white all intertwined in a thick mesh,
like an american flag ripped up and sown back up in a strange arrangement.
I see the nerve endings shock, a movement ripples through me.
I look around with awe and see my heart slowly pumping.
BABOOM BABOOM BABOOM BABOOM!
I see my stomach churning, burning, dissolving.
I hone in and see the enzymes flutter with haste.
I zoom out.
I look at my brain shrivelled and worn, dying.
I really need to rest it.
My eyes roll forward and the light fries them some more.
Insides is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Kenna
Written by
Kenna  Vienna, Austria
(Vienna, Austria)   
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   Isabelle Kessler
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