Resistant breathing, and salt and pepper vision.

Ascetic feelings, and sweltering skin.

It's the feeling like everyones watching
It's the feeling like you are alone.

Scars fading, I need more. I need more.


Shrieking and screeching and squealing and squawking.

Cuffing and clobbering and clouting and clipping.

Suffocating like a bag over my face, like I was being immersed into the cavernous ponds.

Ponds that sit lazily, and frogs that croak loudly.