May 12, 2015

“Just within the MEAT WALL, there stood a man with a green face who picked me up by my waist, then curled me around his lap. We stood like that for a time, he and I, while he breathed onto the top of my head, his lungs sometimes silent, then rasping. The man’s hands dripped yellow mucus and he used them to touch my hair. His fingers stroked the long strands, tangling in the curls, leaving them slick with the slop. I cringed away from the man but he gripped the ends of my hair, yanking me hard. My scalp burned. As the man petted me, he hummed.”


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