I inhale sharply.
The buzzing sound seeps into my ears,
Crawling it's way into my brain.
A sense of euphoria is absorbed through my skin,
Through every limb,
Exploring every nerve in my body,
Flowing with the blood of my veins,
It's everywhere.
It is me.
YOU ARE READING
Static
Poetrya short story in which a person attempts to survive with its own controlling antagonist. - this is my first time writing a book. i would really appreciate constructive criticism. leave a comment and vote; whatever you want. - lowercase intended -
