Like a thunderstorm raging, angry, maniacal; from every direction descending…blow upon blow of what was previously a feeling so pure, now turned dirty and ugly.
SILENCE…and for that moment…on the outside looking in…a strange calm surrounding me to the very core of my being…
…my physical entity broken, bleeding, raw pain, my spirit having escaped looking upon, overpowered and unfeeling…
…stunned by the cruel animosity astonished by the extent of its brutality forced onto the extremity…accepting fatality…alive but absent submitting to the unknown allowing it to creep in…inhabiting the now battered and useless form…giving in to public humiliation…
…gross and indecent violation…lacking any form of sensation…awaiting predestined conclusion…my savior a stranger…your commotion as if a whisper and slowly returning to the shell it has made from where I departed…but still…silence…chilly, dead silence…
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