January 7, 2014

“The male nurse locked me in a metal box and pretended to throw away the key. The box was for my own safety. The box was because I couldn’t be trusted not to run screaming into yet another room and obliterate whatever bodies lay with their heads too close to pillows and curtains. I wanted to gut myself like a fish and hang the intestines from the door of the box, a warning that whomever might like to step inside would surely be devoured. My hunger deepened. I put my finger down my throat and gagged but nothing happened. I wanted the black vomit to return.”

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