I’ve never felt more mortal than I do right now.
Is this fear? It doesn’t feel like it, although I do feel exposed. Exposed, as if I were suddenly pried open by a pair of indescribably menacing mandibles. As if I were left slowly deteriorating within its heated maw, the sting of acid burning my flesh. As if I were being digested without haste, without concern, without promise or hope.
I feel awakened, inspired, and even more exhausted than ever. And so scared.
Perhaps this is fear; imminence and inevitability. Gripping, crippling fear. Terror.
If I could know how I would perish, should I?
