I can't breathe.
'Let go!' I beseech.
It doesn't budge.
Its strong limbs just grip me tighter and tighter.
I can feel the strain throughout my entire body.
The pain emanates from my head and travels to my heart.
Every fiber of my being starts to break down.
I find that I can no longer talk,
Its greedy mouth comes down and sucks the life from my very core.
The watchers see everything but perceive nothing.
I am an empty shell.
I have nothing left, but thoughts and ideas swirling around in my hollowed out mind.
A single idea finds a crack in my prison.
The little thought squeezes out into the open air.
Suddenly, I can see.
My thought wanders onto a blinding sheet of dazzling white paper.
Like a newborn babe to its mother, the idea snuggles in and relaxes.
Suddenly, I can feel.
I pick up the paper and examine the infant.
Suddenly, I can hear.
The though calls out for me nurture it and help it grow.
I oblige and begin to write.
I see it, the one with many limbs and a vast mouth, start to creep in on me.
I write on, faster and faster.
With each pen stroke, the creature shrinks in fear.
Suddenly, I can talk.
"Victory!" I shout.