It’s Odd Not Feeling

It’s odd not feeling. It’s like having a tight ball sit above the heart, its form writhing like a baby in the womb. Desperate for air. For life. When that ball unwraps itself, something bursts out and fills me despite my pleas.

It’s them, I realize as they incapacitate me. It’s them. The feelings. They’re back.

They’re like a rapid
Current plummeting the shore
A merciless force


Written for: Patrick Jennings’ Rapid ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #169, Pix to Words.

Photo by: Patrick Jennings