Act Ok
- by Tanner Linares
It’s
grasping at my heart, tight as it can. Each moment that passes its grip grows
stronger. Tighter and tighter, the squeezing never seems to stop. Each second
that passes, extended to a minute. My lungs, desperate for air yet unable to
take in more than a drop at a time, burn as the hold strengthens more and more.
The
occasional punch to the gut, the ever increasing cold in my hands and feet. I
bite my own lower lip, hoping for a reprieve but met only with the metallic taste
of blood and the pulpy texture of my own flesh.
The questions amass, the
confusion multiplies. The more I wonder on why, the greater the danger becomes.
Deep breaths. Eyes closed.
In.
Out.
In.
Ou—
But how? Why? Does it matter?
In.
Out.
In.
In.
In.
In.
No.
In.
How long has it been?
In.
Stop.
In.
Nothing.
In.
…….
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
The monster’s strength begins
to wane. Its claws slowly release their hold upon my heart.
The bleeding begins to slow.
Scabs
begin to form.
But
the scars still remain.
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