Archaic Imagos

Run!!

My foot falls…. My foot falls… Stepping…. Steps upon Steps

Then,

My knees, tore off its joints, a consequence of force applied upon unlatched hinges. My flesh came asunder with audible effect. My arms by the action of instinct came forth and i, laden with motion, continued forth.

The hollowed ends of my broken limb, exude rivers of red. Shreds of my flesh hung like  fabric, dripping. My chest now pressed against marble floor, ached with each breath as bare skin press between ribs and marble. The motions and whispers of my breath was all there is to accompany this moment. And from its stillness, amidst shudders and trembles, the absence of weight came to awareness.

But.

I need to run farther. I need to run faster.

As a consolation, I withdrew from consciousness.

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Is there choice in consciousness?