Fear was the last of those things held to the chest. It is closed close, slowly infiltrating through exposed pores and rooting itself beneath the surface, twisting vines stretch to their limit, wrapping round and round nerve clusters as they slither on tendrils towards the spine.
Fear can seize everything, it can control and run away with
a body lost to the mind itself. Now we see the new universe, but the fear still
holds on tight, not budging an inch. The universe calls me over and asks for my
phone number but I have left it buried under layers of constant pulsating flesh.
It was dark then, the universe looking at me expectantly and I don’t know what
to do
I walk backwards as the universe reaches out to hold me there,
moulding into the crowd and leaving a disappointed existence behind. Let’s head
of, just me and my fear, off into the wilderness beyond the edge of space, head
off and find new country to call our own.
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