Bitch Farm
Recuperating From Surgary:
I lay on my back. Something feels strange. As if I'm unaccustomed to something. Not just the strange sensations from the narcosis. My head, still that of the hound. That's nothing new. Not now. There is something else. Something new and different?
Or is it just new, because I had changed. Yet again? I had been in this room for several days. The room is my home till I'm fit to leave.
That's when I had been changed even further. Had I been anything other then a hound before? Now, as I look closer at things, I'm a hound, am I not? I sit up. Looking down at myself. There it is, the new change. My legs. They're not what they had been. Rather what they should be. Taking me a step closer, to what I should be.
Whom I had been born to be. I had just been slipped into the wrong body. The body of a human? I'm not human. I never really was, not just because I had been born in a human body.
That's why I'm here, why I have to change, so that I can be who I was born to be. A hound.
Or is it just new, because I had changed. Yet again? I had been in this room for several days. The room is my home till I'm fit to leave.
That's when I had been changed even further. Had I been anything other then a hound before? Now, as I look closer at things, I'm a hound, am I not? I sit up. Looking down at myself. There it is, the new change. My legs. They're not what they had been. Rather what they should be. Taking me a step closer, to what I should be.
Whom I had been born to be. I had just been slipped into the wrong body. The body of a human? I'm not human. I never really was, not just because I had been born in a human body.
That's why I'm here, why I have to change, so that I can be who I was born to be. A hound.