Baskadia

And he grabbed a whirring blade, determined to free his mind from its wretched cage.

Blood was trickling down his index finger and thumb, or rather where those fingers were meant to be; both fingers were on the table instead, sank in blood, he had cut them off with multiple stabs. A messy cut by the looks of it. The room smelled of iron and clotted blood

By accounts, no one could tell what was more haunting till this day; If it was that shrieking whirring noise, or the loud sharp cry that followed when he placed the blade on the base his cranium and tore the bloody thing open! Scalp flesh and grinded bone dust mixed in blood spattered across the room and painted even more haunting mosaics on the grey walls of his small home.

Few seconds afterwards,  a dead silence engulfed the room, the whirring blade had hit critical mass and stopped, the loud cry was cut and only splashes of blood could be heard in the room, like drops of water falling from stalactites to a cavern floor. Tap! Tap! Tap!...

Oh alas, in trying to uncage a mind, I; a spectre floated out like a mist or shred of cloud out of a body that could no longer accommodate me.

This my story, how my body dismembered itself. From within I watched and heard, from without I watched and saw.

Kudi Msughter
The Uncaging of Bird.