It held the thought fervently, until it compressed itself into lead..
Angular shards birthed into flight, frenetically curling through my flesh, coaxing the marrow out from its hiding place.
I was infiltrated by an uninvited fragment, but compelled by an idea carried within its slave bacteria.
In the midst of a cellular overthrow, I was claimed by my true identity, and left to examine the exuvia of my prior self:
An absentee to my own black holes.
Three rounds of buckshot, and I'm privy to a language only hinted at by the capstones of pyramids, and inaudible whispers of fallen knights.
These profane limbs, swollen pregnant with purity, and eyes that barely register the guise of my now estranged vessel.
