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28. HUMAN EMOTIONS 

 

I swooned, collapsing on the ground like a pack of plastic cards, 

after viewing ghastly images of Dracula on the silver screen.

 

I burst into fits of laughter, somersaulted wildly with my intestines aching, 

as the talented comedian coated his face with slimy egg yolk. 

 

I sobbed in unrelenting hysteria when one of kin left for heavenly abode, 

envisaged the dismal life to be led, bereft of his captivating presence. 

 

I contorted my face in creases of unbearable agony, 

as an army of red ant stung supple arenas of my skin. 

 

I danced tenaciously with mounting spurts of exuberance, 

after clearing rigorous impediments of the final examination. 

 

I uttered syllables at unprecedented speeds, 

with my tongue swishing against dark cavities of teeth, 

when quizzed by the police for my catalogue of misdeeds. 

 

I rapidly exhaled trapped air in my lungs, 

as I clambered up the terrain in a bid to reach the ultimate pinnacle. 

 

I blushed an austere amount of scarlet crimson, 

when caught red handed stealing warm blood apples from the tree. 

 

I riveted my gaze towards amber streaks of the distant horizon, 

stared in mute silence as the sun finally sank behind towering peaks of the mountain. 

 

I slept in a tranquil bliss spinning romantic webs in dreamy sedation, 

after assiduous amounts of labor executed in the steaming sun. 

 

I felt relieved of Herculean strings laden with tension, 

after gliding through Luke warm waters of the sparkling pool. 

 

I felt uncensored avenues of my heart throb at rollicking pace, 

as the person i desired waded slowly past my groping vision. 

 

I felt thoroughly gratified with existing vagaries of life, 

if I was fed with abundant morsels of food in the day, 

impregnated with gallons of mineral water divested of bacteria, 

given a mattress of pure spongy grass to sleep, 

admiring the exotic pattern of stars all throughout the vigils of sultry night.