palpable asphyxia
I create an imaginary prison around myself, bars that forbid me from moving forward, but yield to the eyes of others. Constant, malicious pleasures pierce what protects me and at the same time imprisons me. I live in an eternal prison that prevents me from progressing, but forces me to feel. The bars cling to my body, while my organs swell, trying to escape and free themselves from this confinement. Squeezing themselves against the bars, bursting from within. Causing an unreal suffocation, so sensory, that steals even my last breath.
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