Gemotions

The sight slammed into him. David felt a jolt of something akin to pain, a hollow ache in his gut. The empty space felt like a betrayal. He swallowed hard, his throat tight. He moved closer, drawn to the carnage as if by an invisible thread. A restless energy coursed through him, a need to move, to do something, anything, to alleviate the sudden, heavy pressure in his trousers.

He bent, picking up a shard of wood, running his thumb over its splintered edge. The rough texture was strangely arousing. His breathing became shallow, rapid. He imagined the way the tree would have swayed in the wind, the rustle of its leaves. He closed his eyes, his pulse hammering in his temples. This was unbearable. He spun and headed towards the treeline, wanting to disappear.