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Visions On The Way Out listen to the breeze speaking to me. shhh....listen. you can hear it easily. a banshee on the breeze, softly wailing at me. whispered words on the wind, warning me weakly. a hurricane of hush has heralded heed; telling me this hell is not what i really need. briskly stroking gentle hands are pawing at me; pulling me up and out. below me, i see me. pressing me firmly into a constricted space. phantom limbs felt from feet to my face. compressing me down to almost nothing. darkness envelopes. warmth is centering. devils in the dark dancing delightedly. daring me to do the death dance deliberately. they fade to phantoms that fall from vision. preparing myself for perception of my prison. vaguely i have viewed that prison waits not for me. twilight rainbows fall around the womb that cradles me. darkness so divine. floating in the pool i breathe. all the world is gone and my mind rests now at ease. at peace with my own thoughts at last, i forget what came before. i remember nothing at all of speech as i form new vocal cords. i see my hands in front of me, tiny, wrinkled new things. i wiggle fingers and kick fleshy walls. a deja-vu is all i think. now, i feel a sensation of slowly sinking down. upside down and feeling my terror-stricken heart pound. a tunnel dark and warm with a point of light at the end. my death has come at last. i find i take comfort in that. but, this light be not death. this healing light of light. i am given birth to, rebirth, too. i am given flight. one quick slap of pain and i hear my voice once more. the innocent cry of pain and confusion of the newborn. ~ t.s.p.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 13:46:09 +0000

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