I screamed to see it gone, but the pain persisted. With it, a deluge of emotions surged through my body until I cried a serenade. A frame of relief to outfit me, before everything melted down to a soup of agony, its weight about to squash me. The room started to spin, then all was black.
This microfiction was inspired by the following writing prompts:
#FromOneLine 317, #rise365 — deluge, #brknshards — serenade, #mpotd — frame, #MastoPrompt — outfit, #MicroPrompt — soup, #vssnature — squash, #whistpr — spin, #vss365 — black