Nothing

Trying to pull away from everything that hurts.

A mass of veins pulsing to leave your heart and let the beat die. The veins leap under your skin and slip around muscles to try and be free.

Trying to pull away from the good and the bad.

Nothing like crushing the sweet so the bitter haunts your tongue no more. Burn all the smells together in a fire of our best sins and you smell too much and feel too much and hear too much and in that moment you are nothing.