Author: uberbudgie





I'm in a place I have always wanted to go

back to, the red, throbbing, gellatinous

tomb of flesh from which I began... But

I'm terribly unhappy and frightened; I'm

-way- too big and the chemicals are

wrong... I feel constricted, trapped,

the flesh around me is terribly tight and

wrong. I shouldn't have such breasts, or

these thighs, or these buttocks... It's

all wrong and I feel my oxygen

lessening.



The taste is wrong, I can feel the

flesh that binds me stretched tighter

than a drum, I scream but my mouth

is full of saline and I have forgotten

that when I breathe water, I have no

voice. The flesh around me keeps

tightening then I feel something hard

and cold yank me from the back of

my neck and I cough as I'm dragged

through something so hard and

narrow that I feel my skin pulling off

of me on my back, my shoulders,

and my nose in rubbery white

scrapings...