The Surge

when a lock fails in my mind warehouse

There was pain.

So much pain here.

At night it came, and echoed through her dreams that turned to terror

So much kept locked away, but sometimes a door would creak slightly ajar

Just enough to let the darkness seep out

It pours through the hallways of her mind

Amassing and swelling into a torrent with a vicious undercurrent

Callously surging through each corridor, until it catches her up

It swiftly sweeps her legs away, and overtakes her with ease

As it pours over her, it flows over her lips,

Gasping for a breath only aids to bring it in more quickly

It drowns every thought, floods of memories, a deluge pulling her a part

Piece by piece, atom by atom

Draining away every spark that animates her eyes, eating every desire, stealing the smile she hid at the corner of her lips

It would continue to gnaw and tear, until nothingness

Soon there are only be two options left:

To dissolve into the void, until it brought her to close her eyes for the last time

Or complete system shut down and automated responses until she could purge it from herself

On her own, these were only choices

She could feel the numbness set in, all feeling empty from her replaced by a familiar hollowness

Her body had made its decision as a guttural reaction, it had become a default setting

She stood up, dead eyed, her shadow self.

 

Author's Note

I expect somewhere there are grammar problems, this was more about a raw internal struggle