Keep Away

Anger. 

It comes in like a raging wave. Destroying it all. The happy moments you had before this precise second are completely forgotten.
blood pumping, heart thunder wriggling with each breath
Try to catch your breath? HA.
TRY. TRY TRY.
Breathe....breathe. No.
Even at that moment, maybe it's the consistent tempo of the heart thunder; maybe it's the lack of breaths, but at that given moment all food consumed just wants to purge itself from your body. 
Give in?
Then the goosebumps set in.
But the images they are there.
Set in stone in the basic synapses of your idiotic brain.
It isn’t a drum. The pounds are endless, you can still hear them, past all the white noise, past the shaking hands, the sweat, the quaking legs, it’s there.
The cold. Some icy hands have pricked your entire body but your acceptance has allowed that hand to remain. Just gradually lingering above you. Caressing you. Those delicate features. 

Acceptance.

Maybe this isn’t wanted. It isn’t. It's needed.
Contemplate the actions. This wasn't a coincidence.
This didn't happen for a reason. Everything preceding this event was perfectly executed to this. Let the icy hand guide. It knows best.