It rises again.

The torrent of emotion.

Spirits loosed from cracked bottles

dark aromas looking for area to fill –

a chasm to illuminate with terror.


Trapped beneath spider web skin.

It rages on.

Splitting bindings,

diction let loose

that once was

stacked in my mind.


War cries ripping through

silent mind.

They fill the emptiness

that was my brain.


Then there was that

one spark of pain,

lost against the rushing

beneath my exterior.


Time slows.


The emptiness pushes back

and a victor is named.


A pinprick –

and then it’s gone.


The vacancy re-enters,

leaving me to explore

the nonexistent realms

in a restless imagination.


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