Bearclaw Valley relentless, invisible, indefatigable

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Muscle memory. It was a hell of a drug. One neuron fires its bullet down a chain and all of a sudden you're back in a fight, your muscles striating the skin with how hard you're straining, the tendons in your neck jumping out and snapping like bridge suspensions.
Trying to breathe, now that's a joke.
Catching your breath even as your lungs buck and kick against you, refusing the spinal cord communication like a cat turning up its nose at a food bowl, have you ever tried that? Wrestling with your own body?
The point is, muscle memory. The point is, nightmares.
He brings his hand up to his face. No blood. He feels down his side. No blood. He licks in between every tooth and only when he is sure there's no blood, nothing there other than yesterday's dinner, only then can he relax. He presses his face into his hands and sighs. With the moon right above him, he looks old and silver, just another American Gothic in greyscale.