I felt them,
as each gentle tap of the hammer drove them deeper into my soft grey matter,
the blood trickling down slowly filling my eyes and seeping into my mouth,
I swallowed as the iron taste washed over my tongue and down my throat, and my mind expanded in a way I never knew possible,
a tidal wave of euphoria poured over me,
even as each nail was driven deeper into my cortex,
it cut through the blinding pain that made my being shake,
I saw it,
the bright flame within,
one that roared with the fury of a thousand unspoken wrongs and injustices,
a passion in my mind that buzzed like an angered hornets nest,
and as the nails finally came to rest deep within my brain stem I understood them

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