Storm's Abeyance

It was a righteous hit and the silky smooth euphoric familiar feeling was racing through her veins to her encephalon. It was an energetic stimulation to her central nervous system. Her whole body fell back onto the foul-smelling and heavily stained mattress. Her mind slumped into oblivion. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The last thing she remembers seeing was a vivid shadow. A shadow of a housefly on the ceiling. It appeared to be eating something. Through a purple haze, she wonders about the filthy creature. In nonsensical supposition, she could feel the beastly fly attack. Scissoring meticulously against the flesh of her forehead. Scissoring against the hard connective tissue of her skull. Systematically and relentlessly thrusting its cutting blades. Regurgitating its vile acid fluid onto the soft tissue of her cerebrum. Imaginable pain and reverberation of the piercing sound were consistent. And then, the morning light faded. She saw luminous colors of red, yellow, and different shades of blue, like cyan and turquoise. She felt her body floating around in a large kaleidoscope. copyright 2016 Torsional Storm