that’s what they did last time. the shredded beef of me stops moving when they tear their way through and up. up so deep
I feel something smack the back of my head once, hard… then again… much harder and a hood pulled over my faces. then it’s quiet. it’s unbelieveable how dark it gets in here with or without hoods.
when I wake up, it’s freezing again. I’m in a different dark place. The bag over my head isn’t there anymore, and I’m alone… least I think I am; I can’t hear the other kids whining and sniffing. it smells like bad meat and poop and I can’t help it: I throw up. I vomit up that gray, soft fat from earlier, but some gobs get stuck in the back of my frontnose and both back and frontmouths are coughing and snorting. my backmouth screams, YOU FAGGOTS WANT SOME MORE OF THIS? HEY FAGGIT! FAGGIT! FAGGIT! WANT SOME.MORE OF THIS BECAUSE I’M ONE THOUSAND TIMES THE BOY YOUR WIFE WILL EVER BE? which makes a really angry shadow shove the slot window in the door open. I see light for a second before it’s blotted out by a fat headed shadow. I’m trying to roll over– my legs won’t move. not really. meanwhile my backmouth is going, FAGGIT! WHAT’S A MATTER ?! I KNOW YOU HAVE IT BAD FOR THOSE HOLES! ORPHAN AND DONUT! oh no, I cry out through my frontmouth. PLAIN AND CHOCOLATE! IN ONE HOLE AND OUT THE OTHER! screams the backmouth over the frontmouth. YOU LOVE THEM CHOCOLATE ONES!
sucks that of all the parts of my backface, my backmouth works the best.
the door on the observation window slides shut with a crack like a firework in the empty space. COME ON IN, MR. MAN, AND GIVE ME WHAT YOU CAN’T GET ANYWHERE ELSE! YOU KNOW YOU WANT THIS SWEET, HELPLESS POON! the heavy metal door sweeps open whooooosh and the lights cut on, blind me. I press my head to the floor with all my might and my backmouth is swearing at me into the cement., tasting the ridges of it. it sounds like YEEEUUUU LRRRGGLL CMMMMSSHHSHHHRRR! the shadows leap through the room and surround me in a few seconds because of it. I feel like a lamp that’s been turned off and now I’m going to be taken apart
we got a smart ass here. he hasn’t learned his lesson yet.
ROLL OVER YOU LITTLE DIRTBAG!
they roll me onto my front face and they look like dark blobs to my back eyes. as soon as my back mouth comes off the floor, it’s screaming. I’M A KID! YOU FUCKING WEAKLING, YOU FUCKING COWARDS!
I’m on the business end of the shadows
what the hell is he? one asks, sounding like a dog barking. Fuckin FREAK!
Snap the neck and burn the body, I say, says a shadow that sounds like bird
they all make noises in their zoo voices
it yells DROP DEAD, COCKCHUFFER!
Author’s Note: This piece began as a collaborative effort with my friend and fellow writer Johnny Scarlotti. It was left unfinished in favor of another collaboration with him that gelled more quickly and cohesively. He gave me free reign to use this narrative as I see fit, but, in the interest of full disclosure much of the spirit and some of the lines are his. Shout out to Johnny.