I can feel it coiling inside me, like a snake ready to spring.
My palms are slick with sweat, my head feels like a drum. My brain is a ball of energy. It is a cool winter's day, but suddenly it is hot. Too hot.
A cloud is boiling above my head. It is black as coal. But as I watch the rolling waves of smoke turn a deep shade of red, the colour of the blood burning through my veins. And as the cloud turns a blinding white I explode into furious oblivion, and nothing can reach me.
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