Part of the Aleatoric Anarchy Series… enjoy.

In the dark.

Scarlet, satin stitches stringing silently, smoothly through the syringes sailing me to Shangri-la.

Bleeding, biting, breaking, burning through my bruised flesh.

My pain and plight are petty as i plead for the piercing pins perusing through my veins for their private, peaceful paradise to pause their pulsing.

Writhing, wriggling, wailing I scream with words of wonderland.

Caustic Claustrophobia: closing, covering, caressing cradle of death.

At the Zenith of Zen, zipping to Zion in zero.

Enlightened: Face your fears