Pressure of My Enemy No More
Closing in from all sides. The enemy to my peace comes with crooked smile. Drool dripping poison to the floor - closer and closer it comes. Pushing me in, arms down, teeth clenched, face hard. The enemy comes, pushing me tighter into a corner.
Now I'm in the corner. I'm being wound up like a bug underneath a blackwidow. Twisting me around. Holding still I believe I'm resisting, but the spider keeps having it's way. My enemy, spinning me around in this sticky web. I start to scream, "AHHHGGG..." then my mouth fills up with the vile web.
I reconsider what it means to fight. Is holding still fighting? Am I resisting or conforming? It was just a simple question, "Is there another way to fight this pressure?" If I stay here I die. Now the web is wound around my nose and eyes... hard... getting hard... to breath.
I move inside the web cocoon woven for me, twitching. The black widow rears back in surprise, pausing. I sense it's vibrations of fear. Why is it afraid of me moving? Can't think, gotta move. I keep moving, twitching, fighting. Something is happening, but I'm not getting free. I stop the twitching and calmly bring my hand up and out of the web. It doesn't stick to me. The spider's web doesn't stick to me? What kind of web is this? Now, my other hand comes out of the web. Easily I slide it all off my face.
The web of deception. Breath stealer. Eye blinder. Mind clouder. Black widow, my enemy.
I stand up and face the spider. Twitching fangs, reared back on hind legs, dripping venom in a show -- but it's just a show. Deceiver. I walk quietly toward the beast, grab one of it's front legs, gripping my hand tightly, jerking my arm back and away, detatching the spider leg from it's socket. Blood and pieces of flesh splash off it's it's body. I hear it scream. Screaming spider, cowering in front of me. Deceiver, Breath stealer.
While holding it's detached leg in one hand, I grab it's head with my fist in the other. I crush the life from the giant black widow's tiny head. It's hairy flesh pressed through my fingers, flexed arm and hand, fingers piercing through flesh. I stand upright as the limp body folds down into itself.
No longer will I lay down stiff and let you wind me up in your web. No longer will I conform and call it resistance. The end of my silence, the end of my despair, the end of your pressure -- oh, my enemy. Deceiver. Breath stealer. Eye blinder. Mind coulder. Blood will flow through my fingers when I rise up to fight, and it won't be mine. I will take your power and your life. Your body will fold onto itself, and you will not be able to stand against me.
Oh my enemy, deceiver -- I have already won.
Pyro
