Sadness. Tired. Burning. Intensity. An acrid smell. My skin heating up, feeling like the flesh was being pulled back away from the muscle and bone.
Crunching. Cracking. Gray and shadow. Movement. Sweating. More heat. Blending of senses. One thing dragging into another.
Fear. Anger. Hatred.
Acceptance. Numbing. Mind drifting. Easing pain. Solid walls. Liquid walls. Gray. White. Hot. Cold.
People moving. Temperatures changing. A cold table. A warm blanket. Silky hands. No...emotion. No fingerprints. No swirls and depth.
Speech. Soft. Loud. Angry. Clicking. Pops. Guttural and mixed. Sounds that hold meaning.
Bright lights. Burning. Fear. Distance. Cold.
Soft lights. Soft hands. Stroking. Compassion. Cooing. Softly.
©2016, Aelfwynn MacGregor, AMB
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