Chain (A Short Story)

It is this stone hand that squeezes your heart and strangles your veins, blocking your vessels and chocking your airway; suffocating you. It is this tremble and this shake that prevents your heart from beating, as if you’ve been electrocuted. You’re breathing heavily, if you’re breathing at all, and your eyes are watery as you lose control over yourself; over your body and soul! You’re losing sense of time and getting lost in existence as everything is put on fast forward, they are going very fast that you think they’re being played in slow motion. You’re entrapped in an illusion, which is created by your hallucinating mind, which is providing your body with an excessive amount of adrenaline, making your state of hibernation a state of euphoria! You’re transcending, yet bounded to the ground. You’re dying slowly and being skinned with no anaesthesia, yet you’re numbed, cast out of sensation! You’re crying, screaming with pain; soundlessly! You’re broken, torn apart, shattered, combusting, and bursting; all of them yet nothing of them at all! You’re chained, but you can’t see that you are. The chains are being stretched, pulling you apart, like a stiff log of wood that kept burning for months by a fire generated from its interiors that it is now standing as a mountain of burnt out coal. It refuses to break, although it is already a pile of ashes. You’re so strong yet so fragile!