When I wake up I’m in a cinderblock room that smells like wood alcohol
& something rotting. I’m tied down to a bed & the thin man
who injected me before is measuring the lengths of every part of my body
& writing them down on a chart. After he finishes he goes to
a desk & sits down. He looks at me & smiles a little, then
he injects something into his own arm. He closes his eyes & his
smile melts into a slightly open mouth. After about two minutes he
comes back over to me with a syringe & a mason jar of something brown
& black. He sets the mason jar on a table next to the bed &
when he opens it the smell tells me it’s flesh from the fountain.
He looks at the chart & starts drawing the liquefied flesh into the
syringe & he starts injecting small doses into every joint in my body.
After the first fifteen injections I can’t even feel him putting the needle
in anymore. I get this overwhelming feeling that I’m not lost &
have a purpose. The injections make me feel like I’m home for the
first time in my life.
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