The title refers to how this is literally a writing experiment, but it can also allude to what may or may not be the backstory. Most probably will make No Sense anyway. :3

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Experiment?

The wind is full of daggers tonight. I part my lips for not even a second and the blades are already rushing in, to slice! slice! slice! through the knot of silent screams in my throat. I am drowning, but I am not drowned.

(invisible blood gurgling down my windpipe and submerging my lungs)

And through it all I can barely breathe – yet when I do, it hurts. The air tastes like ice and poison on my tongue, and numbness spreads – a sense of un-pain which terrifies me more than anything else because I don't know what I feel anymore.

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The wind is full of daggers tonight. You part your lips for not even a second and the blades are already rushing in, to slice! slice! slice! through the knot of silent screams in your throat. You are drowning, but you are not drowned.

(invisible blood gurgling down your windpipe and submerging your lungs)

And through it all you can barely breathe – yet when you do, it hurts. The air tastes like ice and poison on your tongue, and numbness spreads – a sense of un-pain which terrifies you more than anything else because you don't know what you feel anymore.

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The wind is full of daggers tonight. He parts his lips for not even a second and the blades are already rushing in, to slice! slice! slice! through the knot of silent screams in his throat. He is drowning, but he is not drowned.

(invisible blood gurgling down his windpipe and submerging his lungs)

And through it all he can barely breathe – yet when he does, it hurts. The air tastes like ice and poison on his tongue, and numbness spreads – a sense of un-pain which terrifies him more than anything else because he doesn't know what he feels anymore.

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The wind is full of daggers tonight. She parts her lips for not even a second and the blades are already rushing in, to slice! slice! slice! through the knot of silent screams in her throat. She is drowning, but she is not drowned.

(invisible blood gurgling down her windpipe and submerging her lungs)

And through it all she can barely breathe – yet when she does, it hurts. The air tastes like ice and poison on her tongue, and numbness spreads – a sense of un-pain which terrifies her more than anything else because she doesn't know what she feels anymore.

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The wind is full of daggers tonight. It parts its lips for not even a second and the blades are already rushing in, to slice! slice! slice! through the knot of silent screams in its throat. It is drowning, but it is not drowned.

(invisible blood gurgling down its windpipe and submerging its lungs)

And through it all it can barely breathe – yet when it does, it hurts. The air tastes like ice and poison on its tongue, and numbness spreads – a sense of un-pain which terrifies it more than anything else because it doesn't know what it feels anymore.