It came upon me faster than a lightning bolt.
It blinded me, rendered me senseless, left me no ground to stand upon.
But I didn’t fall, not physically, anyway.
It made me feel like I was drowning.
It silenced me, weighed me down, shackled my wings.
Not that I could ever fly.
It was my greatest enemy that would not be felled.
As the zombie from its resting place, the doubt clawed free.
The skeletal fingers closed over my hand and moved the cursor to the X.
Then it was done.
Another small world of mine, dead.
Another small piece of me, hollow.
The revenant nods slowly as it slides back into the rotten coffin.
“You will never be hurt.”
Its voice whispers softly from the depths of my mind as my heart bleeds.