Hunter.
He stalked the sewers.
A knife, I felt the rust, like sandpaper on either side.
The cut is deep.
My muscles are exposed.
I separated them and left a puddle.
There was a lot of bleeding.
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, LET ME RAVAGE YOUR BODY, I DON'T NEED DRUGS WHEN YOUR LIPS ARE LIKE POPPIES. DROWNING IN SHEETS IS MY NEW FAVORITE HOBBY. USE UP YOUR BREATH, TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT ME.
The wound is gone.
I tried to speak.
My voice won't come back.
I heal faster.
Practice makes perfect.
Next cut will be deeper.
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, LET ME RAVAGE YOUR BODY, I DON'T NEED DRUGS WHEN YOUR LIPS ARE LIKE POPPIES. DROWNING IN SHEETS IS MY NEW FAVORITE HOBBY. USE UP YOUR BREATH, TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT ME.
I'm still scratching.
Everything looks like it did before it happened.
Pricks,
Licks of flame.
Concentrated energy, it ate away my flesh.
Burnt the dirty blood.
A bigger canvas, I will stay still.
XXXXXX
Twin diamonds embed her cheeks.
Shades darker than me. Told me to 'see.'
What am I looking at?
Leah.
Verdict?
Pending.
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, LET ME RAVAGE YOUR BODY, I DON'T NEED DRUGS WHEN YOUR LIPS ARE LIKE POPPIES. DROWNING IN SHEETS IS MY NEW FAVORITE HOBBY. USE UP YOUR BREATH, TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT ME.
Jesse's body is marked with art.
He laughed.
There was a smile behind it.
He doesn't do it often. It looked foreign.
Shared blood. Through Phoenix.
Phoenix is a banshee. I didn't know that.
I asked for a picture.
A ball of fire and earth.
Twisting, burning. Crawling over my skin.
Evergrowing.
No cuts on my arms. For it.
XXXXXX
Leah teaches. She kissed me.
Maternity comes off her.
She said I'm not sick. I'm me.
What am I?
I'm seeing her again soon.
My voice returned but it's scratchy.
My throat itches every time I use it.
Phoenix will be happy. Then be irate again.
I stood in front of a shot gun.
Impaled, through.
The ground was firm. Unmoving.
My insides were soft.
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, LET ME RAVAGE YOUR BODY, I DON'T NEED DRUGS WHEN YOUR LIPS ARE LIKE POPPIES. DROWNING IN SHEETS IS MY NEW FAVORITE HOBBY. USE UP YOUR BREATH, TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT ME.
More of them.
Trapping me, blocking me.
Some were in the walls, through the crevices.
I could see their eyes, watching me.
The sewer grates were all blocked. One at each.
I wanted a human.
A few humans.
I had to settle for rats.
I'm still picking fleas from my teeth.
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, LET ME RAVAGE YOUR BODY, I DON'T NEED DRUGS WHEN YOUR LIPS ARE LIKE POPPIES. DROWNING IN SHEETS IS MY NEW FAVORITE HOBBY. USE UP YOUR BREATH, TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT ME.
Tattoo soon.
Zombies in groups, I get quicker each time.
Maybe stronger.
My mind is filling. All new information.
It's crammed, too tight.
My skull won't grow, won't make room..
I want to push them out.
Get them away.
Someone else can see all the things I see.
Hear.
Taste.
Personal storage units.
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, LET ME RAVAGE YOUR BODY, I DON'T NEED DRUGS WHEN YOUR LIPS ARE LIKE POPPIES. DROWNING IN SHEETS IS MY NEW FAVORITE HOBBY. USE UP YOUR BREATH, TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT ME.
Family gathering.
A lot of people. Handfuls I've seen, still don't know.
Too much noise, too many smells.
Smells I don't know, didn't like.
Perversion in the masses.
Wafting insecurities.
Is that why some are who they are?
I mean to ask but maybe asking is rude.
Maybe I'll just skip the next one.
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, LET ME RAVAGE YOUR BODY, I DON'T NEED DRUGS WHEN YOUR LIPS ARE LIKE POPPIES. DROWNING IN SHEETS IS MY NEW FAVORITE HOBBY. USE UP YOUR BREATH, TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT ME.
I don't gain.
My muscle structure stays the same.
Lanky, too skinny.
But I feel stronger.
I read movements.
I know where, before they do. I see definitive apparitions of their future patterns.
I evade them.
Vampires in the Quarantine look like I did.
Dirty, untamed.
They look fun. Zombies are slow.
They're boring.
I want to try something new.
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, LET ME RAVAGE YOUR BODY, I DON'T NEED DRUGS WHEN YOUR LIPS ARE LIKE POPPIES. DROWNING IN SHEETS IS MY NEW FAVORITE HOBBY. USE UP YOUR BREATH, TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT ME.
It's a dark place.
I want to visit it.
Saige said it was awful.
Jesse doesn't mind it.
Kyrian visits.
I used my phone this time. It's wired to others.
Ones I stole.
I still tore a hole open in his mind.
Looked through it.
He burned, like I did. Said he didn't like it though.
I don't get that.
XXXXXX
I cut Leah. She let me.
So it should be okay.
Only the arm, like she said. I might have cut her chest.
I don't really remember.
It wasn't the same. When it was me.
Phoenix knows about the paints.
Made a weird face, when I told her.
But she never said that I had to stop.
Like with the cesspool dwellers.
Zombies. Zombies. Zombies. Zombies. Zombies.
XXXXXX
He agreed to it. I could share.
I want to share. So he can see my things.
Silence. No more snaps.
I don't know how he felt.
What he thought after.
I can't read that far. Near sighted. He hides a lot of things.
But he understands.
I hope I can still get my picture.
Tonight? Tomorrow.
When.
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, LET ME RAVAGE YOUR BODY, I DON'T NEED DRUGS WHEN YOUR LIPS ARE LIKE POPPIES. DROWNING IN SHEETS IS MY NEW FAVORITE HOBBY. USE UP YOUR BREATH, TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT ME.
Directions changed.
Walls moved. They blocked me.
So many rooms, cushioned.
Padded. I remember them.
I saw it. In a room. I stood in the doorway.
Zap.
It was alive, I could hear it.
Rumbling. Zap, zap.
A crutch. Weakness.
Under a knife is easy. Only skin.
Brains are us.
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, LET ME RAVAGE YOUR BODY, I DON'T NEED DRUGS WHEN YOUR LIPS ARE LIKE POPPIES. DROWNING IN SHEETS IS MY NEW FAVORITE HOBBY. USE UP YOUR BREATH, TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT ME.
