In a trance she went from one exercise to the next. Feeling nothing, thinking nothing… Was it hot? No sweat dripped from her brow. The body in which she had been living no longer seemed to contain her. Mechanically she lunged, once, twice, twelve, done. Her body stopped the motion without receiving the signal from her brain. Slowly a tinge of frustration stirred in her body, but her mind was unaware. The motion from left to right, right to left, became more intense, muscles were screaming out for acknowledgement. One. Two. Twenty. More. Faster. The med ball flew out of her hands across the room as if propelled by its own force. She had no control. The frustration was growing, it was taking over her body, but she wasn’t there. One. Two. Ten. A leg thrust out and kicked the swiss ball sending it bouncing violently towards the unknowing machines. Still, nothing… On to the next… Walk. Jog. Run. Faster. Sprinting. Uphill. As fast as the machine allowed. Her body screamed out with the desire to feel. The connection was gone. Frustration exploded within her body. An angry rage over took her physically as she ran. She was somewhere else. Gone. And then, nothing… The first sensations began to stir within her. Sound thundered in her ears. Pellets of water slashed against her body. Soap. She could smell it. Tile. She turned the knob and it was over.
Loved it!!! Holy shite!!! You are an amazing writer!
Hey, That was very intense. It really is much better than all of the literature you have been reading. Whats with the lady and the elephant. It seems to me that poets can say just about anything and if they have a name we are supposed to enjoy it. Or is it a mistery that goes unsolved for centuries? Love ya, Vannie