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.