Facing My Demons 11

With a jolt

the other friend and I grasp hands

and clumsily half-swim to the Gate.

We reach out together

and pain sears through my hand. 

Burning as if the Gate were a red-hot iron.

Shooting neuralgic pain

in every nerve of my being.

Shrieks so deafening

blood leaks from my ears.

Ice picks of darkness piercing my eyes

Bitter, tangy acid assaulting my tongue.

I bite.

I swallow and spit.

I choke on my dismembered tongue.

I release the Gate.

It will not open.

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