Rebirth

Everything just flowed. There was no other way to describe it. My mind flowed, brilliant colors flashing, and silvery ribbons snaking past like a string in water. Goo dripped from no where like the goo from rotting grapes, and there was nothing.
It came before me in waves, and me, i was in a bubble in it. The bubble had a golden sheen, though it was clear. I was curled up inside, hunched over, floating in the air, hands to my naked chest, one leg up, the other limp like a flamingos.I was bare, nothing covering my contoured figure except for a golden-pale membrane, like the bubble's barrier.
And then, it popped. I popped. The colors swirled and blinked, faster and faster until i feared i would faint from it all. They came to one source, like the bottom of a whirlpool. they drained down into there, and the filling noise that used to be in 'here'--twas a noise i didn't notice until it was gone--quiet, everything was so quiet, deathly quiet.
I found that the bubble was gone, and i didn't float without it. I fell. With a smack I hit a glossy black and smooth surface like a black onyx mirror. I didn't stir. I laid there with my cheek to the surface, my hands still holding themselves in the hollow bellow my neck, the membrane bulging and expanding into nothingness--and it was no more. Then my eyes opened, and i looked up. Nothing was there. I was in a void of darkness. The bottom of an abyss it seemed, though i wasn't. A humming started, a deep thrumming, a deep hum that pierced my breast and stirred my heart to the core. it made me shiver. I took my hands away and slowly stood. Extending one arm out and half rolling over like an aged dog. My back arched, shoulder blades looking as though they would burst through my bleached-bone-colored skin. I wobbled when i stood to my full, my knees knocking inward and my feet over one another, twitching my toes. I returned my hands to their spot bellow the hollow of my neck. Dazed, i was, but i wanted to explore the nothingness, i wanted to find something.
Something wormed its way up in me, coming from the spot beneath my hands. it clawed up my throat with a force driven by need. My mind screamed at me as the thing pried open its jaws, and then i sucked in as the thing left. I coughed and writhed, then stopped. But every second, another thing came up my throat, and another came down extending out my chest before leaving like the others. Every time i would look down, expecting to see a furry thing sticking out of my mouth, but instead seeing nothing.The thing must be invisible. But the thing must be important, because i tried to stop the thing, and i felt bad. A tightness in my gut and chest. So i kept allowing the thing.

~Not finished.