Taken Over
It came to me like snails come to gardens: ready to consume.
My muscles tightened: paralysed by fear.
Bile rose in my throat: slowly choking.
The feeling washed over me: suffocating me.
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It came to me like snails come to gardens: ready to consume.
My muscles tightened: paralysed by fear.
Bile rose in my throat: slowly choking.
The feeling washed over me: suffocating me.