Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

“Among my stillness was a pounding heart.”

                                        Shannon A. Thompson.

The heart kept pounding until it didn’t.

The pain inside kept swelling until it ate down the whole physicality of its host subject.

The suffering kept rising through the surface in the form of water drops falling from my two retinas.

The music flowing through the empty space at that moment reverberated through my porous heart, fabricating a sense of hollowness inside.

The agony shimmering through the body kept heating my senses until there was nothing left to be heated, what left was a physical representation of some flesh and bones.

Everything ever felt through those five senses was now evaporating like a volume of vapor, rising upward into the skies.