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"Good-night," i said to the Priest
"Good Night," he said
A secret formula that sucks peoples souls from the pit of their
stomach to be stung by the metallic air is clasped in the hands of a maniac
doctor who hovers over me silently like a big bug his eyes are wide and
whirling in his head as he holds a needle bright and sharp to a vulnerable
spot at the base of my neck where the bones appear and reappear because my
breath is coming harsh from fear of the needle as it pushes alien and cold
into my veins this fear i have she says as she pushes a few strands of her
hair over her ears her fingers are clumsy and do very little but the light
catches a faint gleam at the top of her head this fear of being like the
people that i hate so much her words are tinged with sarcastic laughter but
her eyes tell a different story they are bloodshot and they replay the
nightmares like dogs dogs with yellow teeth coated with saliva that snap at
the back of my ankles just nipping the skin the dogs eyes are wide and white
and remind me of her smile and how it makes her face glow with not a childlike
light but a welcoming light and i catch myself thinking of her back again and
how it rises up and down with each breath she takes her shirt only slightly
warm where it soaked in her body heat but i have to stop thinking of that now
because she is talking again and i am mesmerized by the fears she places in my
hands and how they curl around my body rustling against me with dangerous
eroticism but i have to be careful now because the black smoothness of them
has entered my skin and has pushed it's way into me i am choking as it slides
down my throat and into my stomach where it is pulling at my soul and sinking
it's teeth into it i can feel it bleeding but i can't let it or the doctor or
the girl or the old man with the nazi in his eyes tell me what to do or who
to be or what colored nose to wear...
"Come," said the captain, "we go to whorehouse before it shuts"
"He should go to Palerma"
"It is a filthy and vile book," said the Priest, "You do not really like it?"
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