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.
