There is darkness and sound–a repetitive thud and scraping of metal. I feel heat radiating around me, and I feel trapped and claustrophobic.
I cannot move my body more than a few inches in any direction. There are walls surrounding me, lined with soft silk. I feel myself pressed against a cushion to my back–laying down perhaps?
I have two hands; this I can sense. Nails have grown to claws, curling a bit, but not quite brittle. I scratch nervously against my thighs. Two legs are there as well, and I can feel that same nail growth cramping what can only be shoes covering my feet.
I manage to slide a hand up to my chest and notice a dress tie, and–
Gold lapel pin, in the shape of a hypercube.
Green and gold silk tie.
Charcoal suit, wide in the shoulders, a bit long, buttoned midriff, shadowy pinstripe.
Crisp shirt over clean undershirt.
–in a ridiculous gesture, I adjust it nervously.
I get the overwhelming feeling that I am headed to an important meeting, and the heat raging in this box only becomes more unbearable.
I find it difficult to breathe.
There is more noise, and vibrations rattle my heart within my ribcage. I imagine light leaking in from somewhere, but then I realize that the bottom of the box I am trapped inside of has begun to glow.
From outside the box, a roar grows in intensity. I conjure up thoughts of monstrous denizens of the dark lurking just outside. I struggle to breathe, and struggle to find some meaning in the small box I am contained in. The vibrations are becoming more and more violent.
I gaze nervously around for a kitchen. I have a hankering for–
Roasted flesh, alien.
The energy emitted from dying stars.
Ichor of galaxies.
–bacon, and wish there was an oven in this box. But, this oven is the box and in reverse, too.
I long for the doorbell, guests filing in, and bacon on mustard yellow ceramic.
“Chih, chih, you look lovely, and God, and Sundee School pretties, and how’s Bill, and isn’t he just so-and-so’s twin, the doll, and I heard her son’s the one that drinks crystal meth from the gutters, and he has a mistress, but I heard him say that he AGREES with the president, that he AGREES, but it was a nice sermon … did you see that they didn’t fill that pew? I heard their son worships–
–Miley Cyrus, and he’s gay, but is afraid to come out since his mother was in that cult that rewrote the bible in their own twisted vision of the human condition.”
The box explodes and I am expelled from it into light. I fly through fields of fire and dirt until I crash into rock.
My suit is ruined.
Rage fills me–the suit was my favorite.
And there are hundreds of humans around me, staring in disbelief, in shock, in awe.
I look behind me and see the remains of my vessel, the pod that has delivered the tool of extermination to this tiny planet of self-absorbed apes.
I smile, and swallow the first human whole.
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