Borrowed Breath
A 100-word Descent
Shadows deepen.
They slowly close in.
Encroaching on my vision's edge.
Looming.
Elongating.
Hovering.
Stagnant air.
A soft, borrowed breath.
Heavy at the nape of my neck.
Suffocating.
Oppressing.
Unyielding.
Brumous surge.
A bristling, pulsing wave.
Creeping formication across flesh.
Vibrating.
Prickling.
Crawling.
Walls shift.
A strangled, slight shuffle.
Phantom murmurs ripple within.
Thrumbing.
Echoing.
Dissolving.
Spine exposed.
A naked, easy target.
Helpless beneath a gossamer shroud.
Fraying.
Unraveling.
Tearing.
Deep descent.
The center gives way.
A trapdoor in the chest.
Sinking.
Plunging.
Plummeting.
Eyes forward.
A most futile treaty.
What I don't know can't hurt me.
Slipping.
Drifting.
Vanishing.
About the Creator
D. L. Webster
Creative storyteller with a passion for psychological fiction, wildlife conservation, and freelance journalism.
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