Grip

Thighs became logs, fibers burning

Ceaselessly, thirst that won’t quench, lungs clenching for gasp of

Air, saliva dripping on the edge of lips, eyes tearing with gust of wind

While the world passes by at a lightening speed, not relenting nor forgiving, rushing into a pin point, ready to blast into a big bang.

Then the peace comes, obliterating everything. Ending the memory.

4.17.2019