It…she…it…it….she told me to stand…where it pointed….and ….Man, I don’t know why I fucking went over there man but I did and it…she…she pulled..my insides out…I felt ripped apart… like there was no coming back, I was dead and gone… Man, I didn’t even see a weapon, one second she was standing with her hands out, the next, I was screaming, I can’t…I can’t even go back there man….you can’t make me go back. I don’t know what happened to Ron, but fuck it man, fuck it.
I feel different, I can’t….really explain, it’s like I’m not allowed to know what’s happening…
…why are you looking at me like that man? …dude…DUDE! calm down! I’m not trying to HURT you! MAN!
CALM……DOWN!!!…….c…cal…calm down man…stop bleeding…..
As she put the old, time-stained kettle on the stove, her throat swelled shut & another wave of heat filled her where gills should have been.
She had dreams of being a fish.
She never cared to wonder where the dreams came from, they just did.
Like her husband.
The fishwoman never had a certain direction, and always ended up caught in a thick, rough straw net. It never bothered her, not even when they would filet her alive and leave her wet & bleeding life… rent upon their decks.
Nothing ever seemed to bother her, asleep or awake, she just kept swimming.
But her blood boiled & bubbled underneath the skin, causing bends where thoughts should have been.
They smelled the air carefully.
The scales had tipped and he had done it, he had finally done it.
They eyed him with curiosity and patience as he fell, gasping and retching against the brick of the alleyway. His arms still continued to thrum with energy, although now there was a dull ache forming in the wrist. Desperately scraping nail-and-skin against stone, he drags his screaming neurons further from the body laying in all manners of fluid behind him.
Shuddering & spasming, he turns the corner…never once aware of his surroundings. They pull him down to the ground like magnets on iron.
Wrapping long, slender, inhuman fingers around his body.
His skin is melting, blisterless, wet & putrid.
The night sky remains silent.