I say “new”. I mean new to me. I’ve seen photos of mummification being done before, enjoyed hearing about friends’ experiences, of brain melting calm when taped up.
But D had a couple of tricks up his sleeve.
Tricks to ensure the most effective way of teaching me to fly.
Taking me “into the distance, a ribbon of black“. He stuffed me full, wrapped me snugly and squeezed me tight in rolls of duct tape. Then he inserted ear buds, closed me off from the world and added a posture collar for complete restriction.
Soon I was “above the planet on a wing and a prayer. My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air.” Who knows how long my flight was. He kept me there, toyed with me, pleasured me and used me for his own deviant delights. “Across the clouds I see my shadow fly” but he was the one learning. My body, my responses… as I slipped into quiet, away from inhibitions and let loose my passions.
“A soul in tension that’s learning to fly“, but no longer alone, I have a “navigator to find my way home“.
Soon, or not, I have no idea… He released me from my cocoon. “Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies” behind my closed eyelids. Slow, gentle breathing, still not speaking, empty headed… “Tongue-tied and twisted
Just an earthbound misfit.”
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stolen borrowed from Pink Floyd’s Learning To Fly.
I’m also adding this to my Lists, Prompts and Inspiration post (borrowed from Mrs Fever) because not only was it so very quiet in there, my brain remained so for a long while after. And Quiet is number 30.
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