Body Possession

Twisted and taunted, I stood in the wintry path where sparkling silver slivers of mercury searched for their brethren to merge as one. Colder than my path, a clammy cold from the nitrous night, crept through as winter winds coming from the chill of the grave, and blasted me with icy shards, scraping at my bones and freezing my soul. Its harshness racked me as balls in a triangle – trapped with no escape but for the staff on the muted shape at my side. The chill soon left my body as I was filled with the heat of a thousand flames that rose intensely blue, not quite white-hot. As the flames moved toward the now fiery shape beside me, they drew me through and pushed my heated blood throughout my body and the sinister shape smirked as it swept into me as charged lightening, the flames now indigo-violet. My mind burned and turned to blackness as dark as the edge of the universe. It filled my bones with molten lead and turned my blood to a roaring, raging volcanic lava flow. I bent, not knowing what to do, not caring, no longer feeling or thinking. A tiny smoldering snowflake flickered red inside me and quickly faded into hot intensity. I was anyone, anything, other than myself – lost and guided by the entity now residing within.