
It starts in the chest -- a tightness of sorts. It paces the breakthing, making sure nothing deep can be done.
It moves down the belly, where it settles for a while. Burning, churning, it lives and breeds, like the sickness it really is.
The mind realizes what's happening, and it races to catch-up to the rest of the body. Racing chaos floods, then freezes; finally the feeling of detached calm takes over.
The chest and belly still work in burning stiffness, but it doesn't hurt anymore.
It's there as a reminder that IT exists and it has never left, even when all else is gone.
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