Chapter 2: PURGE
Salivating, the beast is pregnant with shame. The food was stale and never integrated with the electric sophisticated being it was build to be. There is no place left to lie, cause the lies are birthing with another face.
How can I be casual? How can I cross my legs like I don’t have a sharp pain, right where them legs connect to my hips. How can I act like I am not in pain? Whats left of shame when everybody can see your insides? Everybody know yuh mother name and where she come from.
The rain has sparked a reaction in the sky where the currents expand far beyond a comfortable place. Faster than the speed that we can perceive so I call it anger. I rumble, muscles lock up and down my neck, my heart hurts. Rock rolls down my face. Stranded and calcified in pain. I wish I could remember a more comfortable time.
