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They came for them in the night.
A not so subtle reminder of the troubled times in which we live. Dissidence is met with cold steel, a strip of duct tape and the sick scent of an ether soaked bag pulled over the head as a person disappears into non-existence.
My parents were taken under the pretense of aiding and abetting but we all know why they aren't anything but statistics anymore.
I woke up one morning and there were christmas trees full of saline bags and god knows what else trailing snakes of clear plastic tubing into my veins all around me and harsh fluorescent lights eating away at my retinas. One hand is on fire and the other is on ice and no one will tell me what's going on except my parents are in the corner, my mother sobbing uncontrollably into my father's chest, and a look of immeasurable pain is stamped onto his face as he stares at nothing in particular.
I never meant to hurt them.
Slowly flexing my muscles in an attempt to keep the blood flowing, I check the measures of my prison.
I guess they figured out how to stop me from burning things, but freezing is another matter.
Radiating a little blue from the tip of my fuck you finger, my left hand takes on a nice azure hue and frost creeps up into the leather shackle binding me to the bed.
life is a little more interesting now that I figured out what they did to me.
A not so subtle reminder of the troubled times in which we live. Dissidence is met with cold steel, a strip of duct tape and the sick scent of an ether soaked bag pulled over the head as a person disappears into non-existence.
My parents were taken under the pretense of aiding and abetting but we all know why they aren't anything but statistics anymore.
I woke up one morning and there were christmas trees full of saline bags and god knows what else trailing snakes of clear plastic tubing into my veins all around me and harsh fluorescent lights eating away at my retinas. One hand is on fire and the other is on ice and no one will tell me what's going on except my parents are in the corner, my mother sobbing uncontrollably into my father's chest, and a look of immeasurable pain is stamped onto his face as he stares at nothing in particular.
I never meant to hurt them.
Slowly flexing my muscles in an attempt to keep the blood flowing, I check the measures of my prison.
I guess they figured out how to stop me from burning things, but freezing is another matter.
Radiating a little blue from the tip of my fuck you finger, my left hand takes on a nice azure hue and frost creeps up into the leather shackle binding me to the bed.
life is a little more interesting now that I figured out what they did to me.