Abyss – a deep or seemingly bottomless chasm
He leads me into the room. I see the fate that awaits me.
Naked, he lays me down onto the bed. Soothing me. Calming me.
Now it’s my turn to be prepped. My skin cleaned. His hand on my shoulder as he whispers one final word in my ear. A question that’s also an instruction “Ready?”
I feel the first needle pierce my flesh. I gasp. It’s both expected and unexpected.
He watches to make sure I’m ok as I settle back into my head again.
Needle after needle pierce my flesh. Some I hardly notice, others make me cry out.
My skin is on fire, endorphins flowing through me. As he progresses, each needle becomes more painful than the last.
Finally, the hundredth needle penetrates my skin. He is done, there is no more.
I’m floating high and yet I’m also falling. Not knowing if I’ll ever return as I sink into my abyss.