Tortured Soul

I must have been in a weird mood when I wrote this, because I'm an optimistic person and I don't believe therapy doesn't work, yet, here I am writing this piece..

Shattered soul shards melt into a dark primordial ooze, from whence they first came, slowly sliding together like mercury to seek life anew.

A pathetic, desolate body the consistency of boiled pasta winces as the soul begins to fill the space inside. It is not a pleasant experience for either of them.

The body is whole, but the brain malfunctions, refusing to let the soul complete the attachment properly. The brain screams at the soul, battling with it, trying to kill the body to get rid of the parasite, but the soul has enough of a grip to thwart the attempts for years. Therapists, drugs, nothing developed by or related to the human brain could ever touch the soul’s communion with the body.

Finally the body simply has no energy left to continue on. The soul begins to let go of the tortured body, seeking a host it is better suited for. The husk of its host turns back into dust, and the eternal soul enters a new home, creating a new Being.

It hopes this one is compatible.

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