Gemotions

The betrayal slammed into her like a physical blow. Her stomach twisted, a bitter taste rising in her throat. The article, dissecting the similarities between her short story and Finch's latest novella, was damning. She pressed her lips together, her breathing shallow. She felt a strange tingling sensation blossoming in her lower abdomen, a tightening that made her want to cross her legs.

She rose from the chair, the sudden movement making her dizzy. She walked to the window, the city sprawling beneath her. The lights blurred, becoming elongated streaks of color. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes. Anger, yes, but also…something else. A buzzing sensation made her muscles clench. She wanted to scream, to lash out.

She ran her hands up her arms, feeling the gooseflesh prickle. Her skin felt too sensitive, every sensation amplified. The cool glass of the window felt both grounding and electrifying. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The feeling remained, a coiled spring within her, pushing, demanding release.