Meditation #007
Poison Darts
There are poison darts stuck in my flesh. They are short and are adorned with short crimson feathers. Inflammation radiates from the entry holes. I grab a dart and pull it out. I feel the relief as my skin closes back up and heals. My body is more responsive. More capable. I repeat this process until all of the darts have been removed. I am relaxed and comfortable. A woman in a robe and leather sandals places the darts in a woven wicker basket. She takes them away to add to our collection. The collection we will use against our enemies.