The full force of a blow behind a balled fist.
5 fingers curled together like children of the Depression huddling for warmth.
Weathered skin ripping as atoms burst and disrupt at the powerful touch.
Aries cries out to his child: MORE.
Dividing the air that controls space's pressure and reconfiguring its flow.
Pain has no home in these halls.
Let them echo with my ****** screams from the subconscious.
BREAK IT. BREAK IT. BREAK IT.
TEAR THE HEAVENS DOWN.
SHRED YOUR SANITY.
DISSOLVE YOUR MORALS.
HELL! I COME TO YOUR GATES AND I SAY!!!!!


....I say..
*Relieve me.