I land on a mattress.
Humid mattress.
Nothing much here.
No assailant.
Just candles.
He follows.
I catch him.
He pushes me back against the nearest wall.
R:”Close your eyes.”
I said I’d follow him.
Something moves.
Multiple things.
It’s a repetitive move.
Redundant sounds.
There are living beings in there.
And they’re not moving much.
P:”…”
R:”A little more.”
The sounds…
The breathing.
The coughing.
There’s no more moaning.
P:”…”
R:”Open them.
And please, don’t move.”
Ubiquity.
On the floor.
Exiguity.
All the things that live there.
Eating what’s not alive anymore.
That’s an anomaly?
That shouldn’t be in a room.
That shouldn’t be in a house.
…
That’s an apartment.
Blood.
An Impact that leaves no Blood.
A deep impact.
This spiced them up.
They’re just eating.
Inconsistent.
Getting the last thing left.
Repetitive
Mechanical
Mastication.
The most fundamental need.
Turned into a whoring.
Dogs on their knees.
Eating a pile of sausages.
Slowly.
So slowly.
Pigs.
Eating Pigs.
Inside the wombs.
Smaller bodies.
Half-made, half-eaten.
Spices everywhere.
In the air.
Monkeys.
Playing with caps on their heads.
Policers bodies…
Attached to tables.
Striped.
Except for the cap.
Nailed on their skulls.
Smoking…
Pressing joints against thighs.
Burned marks.
Drinking.
Pressing the broken bottles against arms.
…
P:”What do I do here?”
R:”…”
P:”Why am I here?
What’s my use?”
R:”?”
He jumps before me.
The door opens.