The Gap Within You
Descent Legs vanish. Vikings took them, on their way up to my head. Their axes hack at cranium from the inside, their siege fires swelling brain, eyes, tongue. Smoke heat pressure burns warps twists pushes squeezes skull inside-out. Pain straight from the heart of a star. Blood thunders as Vikings shatter everything: sight, touch, the ability to direct limbs and get to the freezer and its ice packs.