that voice. you’ve heard it. no. really? it says things very quietly at first.
you might be riding a high, so, it’s hard to tell. maybe it works too quick?
sit down, it might say. sip on this water, you’re thirsty. but, you think to yourself, “no, I’m absolutely not thirsty”.
the feeling starts deep. in a cavity somewhere inside, a hole, straight down, all the way down, to China maybe.
you can almost reach down and touch it. it loves amplification. the echo last’s for hours, days and sometimes years.
and as it works itself up from the abyss, it reigns it's control. spitting fire, turning the flesh and bone into the lizard it loves.
you’ve become primordial, etched in scales.
tongue and teeth, tail and eyes. earth is lost, and so is sight.