Paralysis, Resistance, and Defeat Projected
I sit in the angle of a dark room.
I hide very well, at least in my mind I do. I am in a fetal position, trying to not let my legs Come apart, because I don’t want them shaking, If not, they will alert my presence. I fear there is a tornado of what seem to be daggers, Arrows and all types of sharp objects that can Puncture my existence. I try to understand how I got to this point. A reel of memories comes alive on the wall. My eyes shine like projectors and give away my location. They have found me, I stumble getting up and oops, IT IS TOO LATE… |