Trapped in this skin,
A developed presence trying to break free,
From the lower back, up along the edges of the spine, over and around the middle of the head: a pulling, wrenching pressure.
Something long dormant has awoken,
Cracking the thick, drying skin,
Snapping the taught sinew and corded muscle,
Breaking brittle bone, relieving tension.
Emerging, curled up, soft and rumpled folds;
A new body, a fresh wisdom and refined ego, stretching and extending, filling this old space with something new, hungry and invigorated.
The Abyss Post 