Time to shine
I feel my skin, little bumps and stinging appear.
My heart beats the walls of my chest, it demands to escape.
My legs disintegrate and I am stuck.
My eyes see a blur, no edges, no shapes, no color, one image full of emptiness.
The air rushes in and out, it feels hot and unwanted.
This mask is humid, an accumulation of fear.
The feeling takes over, I want to disappear,
but I want to feel the warmth of the sun, like a blanket of comfort.
I see a ball on a chain, not tied to me but I am holding it.
I am holding it,
and the chain scratches flesh away,
and the chain drags me out of my way,
and the chain drips with warm honey-like bromine.
A wave of clarity cleanses the surface of my eyes.
A drop falls and it stings the wound.
My hands become slippery as can be and I set it free, its no longer part of me.
I begin to float, I cross the atmosphere and become a fire.
I am the light, I start to shine bright, I will no longer put up a fight.
