Choir Of FuryI don’t think I will ever quite get over the speed in which it hit me.
In a fury of flailing limbs, guttural noises and vacant eyes, as my twisted and bruised body slumped to the floor, in a matter of seconds… or was it minutes? my life had changed.
Locked jaw, slow motion, arms of concrete. Shudders and convulsions from my very core. Voices and ringing ears and the ebb and flow of consciousness. A choir of fury in my head. Needles and wires and tears. Fluorescent lights, crisp sheets. A hand in mine.
And with the speed, fury and violence in which it came and went, what was left was a brittle shell of myself. Hollow to the core. Left with twitching fingers, throbbing pain, flurries of heartbeat. Glittering bursts of colour unfurling in my eyes, dark thoughts settling on my shoulders.
What is a life when one can not trust their own mind?
What is a life when one can not control their own body?
A life which I will go on to live the best I can.