She feels it in her pulse,
like a thousand waves clashing against the sandy beach.
Sight doesn't help.
All she can see with the naked eye
is a battered and fractured world hung neatly in her path.
Her breathing accelerates,
like a race car hurtling down an endless track.
Her heart cries out,
a scream so piercing, so intense that the Lord himself
covers his ears as it echoes against the walls.
Her lips redden,
like a firetruck racing against time
to save innocent lives from the depths of despair.
Her blood rushes,
like smoke escaping the demolished walls of a shattered world.
Her mind is the cause.
Her pain is the effect.
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