P.V.A.
Gelatin
You have no idea what my heart feels like right now. It feels like red gelatin oozing out of the hairy fingers of the fist that squished it. But hearts aren’t made of gelatin. So all of these muscle tissues, blood, veins, arteries, plaques, and whatever else biological shit is in a heart gets fucked, and then melts. And they drip to my lungs, and my lungs fill with jelly.
The red ooze finding their way into my air sacs make it hard to breathe so I reach out for my inhaler that looks and feels a lot like my pepper spray and whoop-dee-doo, they were beside each other. I put whatever I grab in my mouth and press the button to release the air. It didn’t sting. It was medicine.
I sink back to the floor, or the bed, or a chair. I don’t know what this is. All I know is that I wished I defended myself from muggers with a knife or a gun instead of pepper spray. And I wished I grabbed the wrong medicine so I could fill this room with jelly.
The red ooze finding their way into my air sacs make it hard to breathe so I reach out for my inhaler that looks and feels a lot like my pepper spray and whoop-dee-doo, they were beside each other. I put whatever I grab in my mouth and press the button to release the air. It didn’t sting. It was medicine.
I sink back to the floor, or the bed, or a chair. I don’t know what this is. All I know is that I wished I defended myself from muggers with a knife or a gun instead of pepper spray. And I wished I grabbed the wrong medicine so I could fill this room with jelly.
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It’s back. I thought my muse left me, but it’s back to torture me again. Grr.