Numb?

Enveloped in the frantic dreams of flightless insects.

Subcutaneous formication.

Whispering worms, ceaselessly squirming.

Did you think you could turn your back and walk away, free from harm and all decay?

Is there nothing but white noise and dead leaves behind your eyes?

Did you take a few too many wrong turns somewhere?

Are your clockwork creations crumbling all around you?

Pay attention, now.

Senses poised and ready, veins throbbing with anticipation.

You will be filled with every last scrap of raw experience.

You will give everything back, and more.

Life is all around you, and it will drain you dry.

You will remember everything.

Eyelids peeled back.

Drip-feed drops of fresh-cut lemon.

Wake up.

Hear the blood-frenzied thrum.

Bone-deep slice.

A stream of unfiltered stimulation.

Drink up.

This will not make you numb.

There you are.

And here they come.