“Try and move your fingers”
I’ve been trying for the last hour.
Trapped.
“Take a big breath”
My ribs expanding to the point of rupture
Trapped.
“Can you feel when I
touch your arm?”
Pins and needles rush over my entirety.
Trapped.
“Follow my hand with your eyes”
Clouds of white film is all I can see
Trapped.
“She’s gone”
Paralysis.
No comments:
Post a Comment