Out of the Drop

Below subspace is sub sub space

A different kind of scene still different each time, the way feelings come and go is oil on water, patterns and swirls and mixing shades of sensation.

This time, a pain in my chest shuddering breaths and a knot, no more rope still a knot inside my chest. Fibers tangle around my heart slowly massaging this desperation in to me.

My stomach tightens and I drop I drop below subspace is sub sub space.

Tears are hot flow, eyes squeezed shut paths down my face, I taste salt and melted love.

Ragged breaths no more hands on my throat, but I choke on sadness with no cure but time no way around over under only through back up out of the drop.

My body is tired my mind is exhausted and I settle, I try to relax let it wash over me remembering I will be fine and always always knowing it was all absolutely worth it.