I feel my mind leave my body. I like how it drifts off. It goes. It is. I am nothing because I am part of everything. Not a flick. Not a flit. Not a flea. My bite hardly hurts. I go deep. Deep inside. What I tear away I take with me It is a rupture. A slow, seeping hemorrhage.
I am away. I have lost my body. Never my mind. There is no physical struggle. There is nothing to be afraid of. Nothing can hurt me. No one can find me. No one can rip me open. Or cut me apart.
Until they do. I won’t feel it anyway. I am not there. It all goes dark. Knowledge taken. Fed to that careless place. Reckless teeth.