vision
Twitch.
Here. There.
The only control, and slight as that in the tips of fingers.
Twitch. Thigh. Twitch. Elbow.
Like lightning, with thunder beneath me, grinding me.
And NO vision.
Knuckles, bare knuckles with alien’s digits.
Skinny wrists, with blurred bracelets.
Electricity shooting through portruding veins.
And the bounce filling me. The beat.
Twitch.
Radar waves from the core out.
Atomic particles, green and purple flowing away in a blasting sphere.
Twitch. Neck.
Open your eyes.
Advertisement
