The Aftermath

Surprise! Basophils dropped by today and sent their greetings. Engaging enemies inside the country. Morphology of itchiness. Tinges of passion pink. Nil chalked on the scoreboard, prior to the war. Why do I get the jittery sinking feeling?

Rolls after rolls of snare drums echoes with the footsteps of a marching parade rang through, with what feels like increasing number of infantry as time progressed. Surges of warm blood flush through and through. Insomniac souls at the peak of their riot careers.

Was that the hullabaloo of catapults ramping through my heart? Shut that bloody hell noise! Perish these enemies forever from the castle ground! Feel like suicide. Panicky hallucinations. Anaphylactic shocks. Asphyxiating in the commotion. Classic underdog syndrome. Oh no! Is it contagious?

The direct repercussion of undersizing your enemy? False delusion always kills. Battleground 101. Heartbeat leap to 137, thought I was a goner.