Everything
Written in Free Verse
I think I was screaming
I could taste the flesh in my throat
I could see the bile on the ground
Eyes vacant, unseeing. Unblinking.
A face of no more than 25
I could feel my body shaking. My breath wavering.
It had happened in an instant, a blink of an eye
Everything hurts.
Everything moves.
Everything is everything.
I looked up, my head heavy
The others were roaring, screaming.
Fear? Excitement? Rage?
Yes. No. What did it matter?
It’s all too loud and too quiet.
It had happened in an instant, a simple movement
Behind me, I didn’t know. Or care. Or I did.
I felt myself slip. The weight of my head spread to my body.
I looked up, understanding, filling my mind.
Everything is nothing.
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Personal traumatic moment with emerging abstract reflection on existence.
Dense layering of sensory, emotional, and philosophical ideas throughout.
Visceral trauma, pain, confusion, and existential dread dominate throughout.
Violent sensory language, screaming, roaring, intense bodily chaos.
Approximately 28 lines; falls within 16-30 range.
Strong metaphor/personification of pain and existence; philosophical abstractions.
Pure lyric internal voice processing immediate traumatic experience.
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