Bending… Twisting… Pulling…
Slowly I fade into unknown directions.
I spiral inward against the low vibrations of this existence.
My mind splits in contrasted mitosis, each half unrecognizable to the other.
Silently I ache… the torment sharp and cold, twisting as it whispers of agony.
My ethereal flesh stretches with profound elasticity.
My position tears towards each deviant grip.
Every Demon wanting its own desire, their black mouths salivate with the taste of my consciousness.
“Only a piece”, they moan.
Unknowingly they feast on the core of my being, choking unable to digest the raw essence.
Without expression I smile.
Bending.. Twisting… Pulling… But never breaking.
©R. Marrs 2014.