Literature
Seizure
Seizure...
uneven, my rapid breaths, clenching me in fear's talons
my thoughts bleeding out into salty streams of yielding...
pooling in my ears - a deafening silence... like the reaper's
bony fingers, gripping me in a stranglehold of panic
am i screaming? or dreaming? or in some kind of denial coma?
memory is a mirage, strangely distant and alluring...
with colors eerily blending, like impressionism
sound is tense... a staccato rhythm, pounding out the beat
of intelligent design... my own anatomical percussion...
bemusing me... then, amusing me... am i smiling?
awareness beckons...
panic yields his grip to curiosity (my old famil