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