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In Spasm

Have you ever bitten your own face? I have. I awoke from a deep sleep and had an involuntary muscle spasm in my mouth and jaw. To the best of my reckoning, my jaw loosened up and dropped over my bottom lip and covered my upper (chin?), then a muscle tightened up, drawing my teeth right into my face.

I strained to relax and soften my muscles to keep from breaking the skin. It was too late to avoid minor swelling and bruising. What a truly bizarre feeling! One more thing to fear, waking up to the face-eating monster, me.

The entertaining spasms that give me the anti-finger. Think about it. All of my fingers are paralyzed, however I still have feeling (or sensation) and yet, they are still susceptible to spasms which move them, lift them skyward, defying gravity, defying paralysis.

Yawning brings on a storm of spasms, drawing my entire face into a grimace. It also affects my throat and tongue. Indeed, even my soft palate.

Muscle spasms are not all bad. The ones in the early days were seismic and painful, but the spontaneous orgasms brought on by the same foe were not so bad. Unfortunately, the fun ones were fleet.


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