I feel like walking, moving, breathing destruction. I am realizing that I am sinking down into something, like a pool of thick black tar, and I'm as hungry for it as it is for me. Something is shifting, being itself made solid and whole within my chest. It's a strange sensation, and somehow liberating. I feel as if I'm shedding skin, emerging from within something that had previously confined me in such a small, cramped space.
I made a fist and fully expected my flesh to crack and fall away like dried ash or dead leaves. I was surprised when I remained intact.
And now I don't know what to do with it.
