Xeno Hemlock


discovering oneself is a journey with no finite destination.

Posts tagged rain

No blood appeared on my cheeks when icy, cold drops of rain slapped them. Hundred bee stings pierced through my flesh with each globule of water. Still, I trudged through the rain because...

...I couldn't go back...

...to the temporal joy of mortal living. Sweet candies, greasy meat, and chilled wine, they were all inviting. The true good I expected turned out to be a big, fat nothing. My own body enslaved me, guts protesting from the inside and lungs commanding my breaths against my will. It wasn't pleasant at all. My two legs failed me, I couldn't walk. My biological rhythm forsook me, I couldn't sleep. Demons haunted me at night and a buzzing spirit possessed my immobile body. I lived a nightmare nobody else could feel. All the well-wishes, sympathy, and prayer could never deliver me from the pain of abused blood and flesh.

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