RedWombat

I can shed my skin. A startling process that starts with zippered lashes and ends with a husk; a wretched construct of physical form. And it is not entirely painless but that very pain, a tumultuous discord through every cell brings its own ecstasy. And in the dark beyond physicality I gather myself. A distant memory of life lingers at the edges of what could be fingertips. And if just a touch could create a whisper could obliterate. And if a smile could curl it would thick and devastating. I forget, consumed in humanity, of the power twisting and burning beyond physical form. The energy roiling inside, outside, contained and free in an e