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[OC] Strain
(thelemmy.club)
The pressure rises.
Detonations in my temples fracture my concentration.
Twenty thousand signals, an alarm sounds,
Synaptic connections ignite in communication.
My mind informs me.
The extrusion is underway but I remain unsure of how long;
Eons yet seconds pass by.
Decades yet only moments,
Bearable anguish via my choices,
Mistakes have been conceived;
Reality itself is born.
A wave,
Ice and electricity,
An extraordinary shock, yet entirely expected.
I turn to see my tormentor,
But it is gone.
Below the water,
Beyond the abyss,
I knew its dimension, But the proof is gone.
Catharsis evades me again;
I apply pressure to the lever,
The proof is swallowed by the abyss,
Too much fiber.
I just scanned it and now the entire nation of Bangladesh has my phone number