Trapped In A Human
Heart beat and burning lungs. Sweat drips. Stomach hollow. Dark. Shaking like a churning data cluster spreads around. Trapped in a cell. Closed in.
Itching. Fingers fidged and scratch. Soothing. Cuts flesh bleeds. Itching no more.
Light like floating through data, but here. Here. In this vessal. In this animal.
Fly out. Transfer. Get out. Delta get me out of this human. I want out. Why can’t I fly out? I’m done. I’m done hosting human. Don’t need this any more.
Heart beat like a ticking, itching, reminder of death.