A Panic

There was a flash.

Blinding and hot.

Pressed tight against the metal door.

An echo.

Skeletons of rusted farm equipment and leather bindings.

A shockwave

Manure and shank meat.

Creak of aging wood.

Mold and rodents.

Fingers anxiously twitching.

It was here.

Potash and cinder.

Taste of iron in my gums.

Amongst the grease, the forgotten toils of families past.

Harvests.

Unanswered prayers and let downs.

Funerals.

It was here.

In a darkened room i could feel it.

I crawled across the muddy floor.

It began singing to me.

Each beautiful note clawing at my soul as my hands were the dirt.

I was at one

At peace.

My hands felt its gentle caress.

In an instant

it was gone.

Groping the floor of a decrepit barn.

Filled with compassion, clarity, and empathy.

A tapestry of emotions.

Love.

And I was ok.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

For a while there it was like death knocking at the door. Anxiety attack, even... perhaps. A sort of episode so intense it becomes psychosomatic. I may be reading it wrong. But it was strong. Thanks for sharing.

[Ranger Kessel]

You got it right one. Thanks for the time.