Thread by @clcabrerat

The end.
My tether to life broke free with one last zing of pain.
Like lightning against the backdrop of blackness.
Nothingness.
Relief replaced all the beating and breathing organic material required. Released from my human container, freedom remained.

#IAmArmageddon #satsplat

1/4 Wylie’s #Resurrection
No!
The word echoed in the darkness.
No!
I pushed away from the simplicity of freedom and reached for my physical shackles. Piecing together the details that imprisoned my boundless mind, I focused on the place I belonged: my body.
I saw my blood first,

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my life force, the vessels that connected the rest of my body to my heart. I drew all four chambers with my mind, tempting them into action.
First the upper right. Then the lower. Lub. The left side took a turn. Dub.
Lub dub! The sound deafened me.
Lub dub! Lub dub! Lub dub!

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Insistent on life.
Elated, I rode the waves of my heartbeat. Lub dub! Rocking. Lub dub! On the ocean. Lub dub! Of life.
I quickened in the darkness. I needed it all, my lungs and brain and skin and wings. Molding myself as if from clay, I formed each imperfection from memory.

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My body, the body I chose for myself, felt more alive, more vibrant than past versions of me. A new and subtle ownership pulsed with my blood.