the inside of a dream.
Explosions with picks of iron expanding omni-directionally in slow frame speed..
One click. Exhale.
Two clicks. Pierced shards sifting in the lung sack, dribbling puddle of internal liquids mixing around in soft mildew retreating towards the exit drain.
Three clicks. Back to normal, proceed.
Four clicks. Its self indulgent destruction stemming from the insides and rapiding around organs like the outmost ends of waves, after a corner curling back on themselves. A look, a lift, a breath, and it all comes flooding back, like a respirator shoveling life back in through the mouth.