Free Write: Terror
Today’s post is based on a writing prompt I shared in a previous Daily Drafts & Dialogues post. Keep reading to see what I wrote, and to access more writing prompts.
What I wrote below is based on the following writing prompt: Set a timer for five minutes. Once you start the timer, start free writing about terror. Write about whatever comes to your mind as soon as it comes to your mind, and don't overthink what you're writing about. Don't stop writing until the timer goes off. And feel free to repeat this writing exercise for any topic in the future, whenever you find yourself stuck or needing a bit of creative inspiration.
True forms of terror entail confinement and loss of control, whether perceived or real. Yet all fears are inevitably traced to something visceral that can be touched, consumed, or reimagined and reconfigured in the brain. Again and again. Where there is no escape.
What is truly scary?
Drowning when one can swim due to weakened limbs or some other insurmountable surges being churned up by an external unassailable, unpredictable, impetuous rage that pummels overhead as predators lurk above and below the surface.
Plummeting down in a forced freefall when once carefree and cartwheeling atop skyscrapers or dancing in mid-flight to paradise, traversing the orchestrated, mechanical roller-coaster surface of life one is deigned by others to design.
Screaming that is vortexed into the ether of one's grievances and travails that are taken out with the collective trash and buried surface-deep where no one else will hear them, ever, though their stench will pierce the soil in which all shrieks of longing and pleading go to die, perennially reborn again.
Burning hot in a cool, damp place that doesn't allow the wind to penetrate the skin or lungs as it surreptitiously grazes over the surface of one's nearby toppled mountain-top dreams and misinterpreted wild destiny, engulfed in consumptions of falsehoods and ablaze in jagged hopes of a blackened blueprint for tomorrow.
When freedom feels like being smothered by air. Or isn't truly free or willed at all. When one is treading the surface of life. That's pure terror.
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