“Close your eyes. Open your mouth. Have a good trip.” I felt a little object on my tongue. I swallowed and thought too late now.
Minutes went by. Nothing happened. Then slowly I felt strange sensations. My stomach rumbling, rolling up my throat and into my nose. Buzzing insects in my ears. Vibrating pinpoints pricking my skin. Shit my hands are melting. What’s going on? I jumped up. My legs were floating away. I fell to the floor, bugs crawling all over me. Where am I? Mirror mirror on the bathroom wall: find me. My face is changing. Dr. Jekyll. Dorian Gray. Weak, effeminate, simpering, girl-like. “No” I sputtered, my words gurgling away.
A touch. A voice. “Take it easy. Let go.” Arms melting into me. Me, her, mixed together, rolling on the floor. Me alone shivering. Metallic staccato sounds. Mom screaming “I’m not crazy,” Grandma cackling and spitting knives: “Put her away!” Fires burning. Grotesque devils reaching, grabbing, snatching, cackling “burn forever.” Ghoul-like misshapen priests growling, “Dirty! Dirty!” Flames exploding and a buzz saw bursting roasting skulls.
Swinging bodies hanging, hanging everywhere.
White hoods smothering choking red-hot blasts, shattering glass
Running
Ricocheting bullets clapping hands rich chocolate faces
Voices, thousands of voices:
Get on board, Get on board, People get ready
People all colors crying
Tears flowing. Salty tears. Rolling waves, choruses of energy drifting free.
Horses thundering across the sky and thousands of dads singing
Don’t fence me in…