There are times when I suddenly freeze and a numbness creeps up from my legs. Hairs raise with its ascent till it paralyzes my entire nerves. And I sit stuck. In a certain horror of all the things in the world. The list grows longer and the images become unimaginable and instead the feeling lingers. It stains and crawls. And I bend and twist. Stretch to get rid of it. But the strangling feeling. Just grips tighter till my heart feels too squeezed to breathe. Claustrophobia. It whispers. Schizophrenia. Terror. Faster. faster faster and the beat speeds up and space closes in and you just can't
escape.
And so I stay shot. From the gun created by the world. Still infected in sleep.
