January 9, 2013

I smell it. I sense it. FEAR; it's becoming more intense with each passing second. I can feel it in my veins, the way my pulse reacts to the thunderous pounding of my heart. I hear it approaching yet I cannot move. It’s as if I am frozen in time, although I know that I’m not. I can feel the damp cold in my bones, I feel the tears streaming down my cheeks, and my fingers are becoming numb. Here I am, stationary. I dare not move for I know most certainly that those talons; sharp as knives; will tear flesh that’s oh so soft; and wounds that were closed will reopen, as if to invite others’ to taste my flesh. I stand watching as it gathers as much as it can with its dagger-like talons and reaches down with its razor sharp teeth and rips open the partially exposed muscle, feasting on me as if I were not living. The pain is unbearable, I can feel the burning from within yet; I stand motionless still. I can’t move. I am trying with all of my might and I CANNOT MOVE! Could this possibly be, am I allowing it to happen, will I recover once again or will FEAR take hold of my soul as well?