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I have simultaneously merged with my desk. My bowels have been displaced and are now bisected with bamboo. I feel simultaneously ripped apart and yet stuck and solid. Every point of my being is as though it has been engulfed in flames. My existence and identity has now become insufferable pain. I feel an impending sense of doom at a foreign body now lodged inside of me.
There are no wounds for me to bleed from and I cannot gasp for air to scream. My spinal cord has been severed and I feel hot prickles on my cheeks and my ears feel as though they are being stuffed with cotton. An internal white hot pressure feeling erupts up my now-fractured spine until it reaches the back of my head and radiates towards my forehead. My peripheral vision looks like static and everything appears to shake. I am unable to make sense of anything and everything goes dark and still.
U killed me op wow
my spinal cord has been severed and I feel hot prickles on my cheeks...
I read that as hot pickles and got realllllllly confused until I reread it.
me too, thanks for writing this so i didn't have to
Really impressive that you typed this comment. RIP.
They could have become a prolific horror writer but instead they've been desk-integrated.
Ikr! They wrote this masterpiece while actively dying, so I'm sure they'd have been a fantastic author if not for their untimely end