It has been reported that the majority of these sensations are acutely painful.
Why exactly am I referring to this clinical syndrome experienced in amputees.
Well, it is only known to some of my very close friends how I have been psychologically ravaged on this very day, just as one trying his best to come to terms with the pains that can have a perfect analogy in the aforementioned syndrome.
There has been an intense showdown that was the worst case of a blast from the past for me. It was much more than revisiting an old wound, a bruise that hasn't heeled despite my best efforts, it was a case of involuntary surrender to a single traumatising individual. Nothing could have been worse in today's situation, nothing could have been more disturbing, as I couldn't have been more unprepared than today.
Why don't the body of an emotional amputee wither on its own, even after the emotional wings have been mercilessly hacked.
I pray to God, more out of a conditioned reflex than an active rendition of a soulful obeisance, that the perpetrator in question have divine mercy. And I genuinely wish away my limb, my vestige, I forgo any semblance of passion for the wings of my fantasy.
