"that feeling" makes me double over, mentally and physically.
"that feeling" keeps the bear from hibernating, killing her young for food.
"that feeling" can ruin the best of moments, the best of days.
"that feeling" takes the meat off my ribs, off my cheekbones.
"that feeling" bleeds over everything else, eyes, mouth, ears... brain.
"that feeling" isolates me from every other being on the face of the Earth.
"that feeling" connects me to myself in some way.
"that feeling" is my worse fear, my crippled leg that slowly dissolves away, one day halting me from moving forward at all.
"that feeling" is in the depths of my stomach.
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