January 27, 2015

“The vomit wasn’t the only blackness. The veins turned black. Not only mine but so many of the others. The veins went black almost immediately. They touched a wall and the blackness came, arching towards the tops of their hands, spiking free of the skin and bulging hard. They were such long lines—when pierced, they hissed with unknown gases built up in the cardiovascular system. It was such terrible hissing. It burned in the air. It smelled like rotten meat, like stepping into the center of a butcher shop and breathing deep. The piercing had to be done with a steel blade—anything slimmer wasn’t capable of penetrating the vascular surface. The nurses tried desperately and each time, the syringes snapped apart.”


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