ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@turophileGibber Synapses fire unsuccessfully. The message doesnβt make it to your lungs, instead it stops just short and bangs uselessly around in your chest cavity. You feel hot like your planet is inside your chest instead of the vital organs you need to breathe; like Houston survived and is encased inside your very veins. The room you're in isnβt familiar. You donβt know where you are. Trying to move is useless when everything feels too heavy and stiff. βYour systems are coming online, everythingβsββ Someoneβs speaking at you but you don't catch the rest of it. It fades out as quickly as it came to you, muffled and buzzing electronically as if delivered through an old land line. But you know that voice. You remember it from the days spent in his company either on a roof or sat on a too-large dip in the futon while unopened freezer-burned peas were tossed at you to be pressed against bruised skin. But thatβs not quite right. Youβre not there and heβs been dead for years. βDirk?β You canβt feel your words rumble in your throat, a sensation that you never thought about or took notice of before suddenly absent. Thereβs something wrong with you. Somethingβs fucking wrong with you. #bodyhorror #abuse Something was always wrong, this was just more wrong. πΌπππππ’ πππ