Fly

Blindfolds and straps.

Pulling everything in tighter and tighter. Can you feel it? Can you feel everything fading away?

Numbness spreads like wildfire once you stop worrying about it. Feel its burn fade but exist.

The skin and fur presses against leather. Everything is bounded, choking, suffocating.

If your skin would tear, would I care? Or would I watch, knowing you are tied down to earth? There is no hope, only opportunity.

So flay the bodies around you and make wings, so when you fall, you would at least have blankets to sleep in.