#psychologicalrelease

I could feel the slow onion-like crunching of my eyes with every blink as my ears amplified the nothingness of the air like a delusion of reality was lifted. I felt bound in foreign cloth-like skin as my stomach collapsed open, like I’d been gutted alive – I could almost feel the wetness where my entrails had slivered out, almost hearing the nigh crackling of infinitesimal frail fibres as the blood bleed into the fabric cloth of my skin.

My stomach was my opening, my escape from this vile corpse in which my mind had been trapped. I could vision myself rip open further away the skin, through the membrane, and cracking, like an eggshell, inverting myself – freeing myself.