I wake up, hand in the dog bowl and mouth in a bowl of Frosted Flakes. After fifteen minutes I stand across from 0011 and wait. The guard comes by the bars and does the roomcheck. We are not allowed to move.
I don’t mind my pod. It’s more spacious than most. It’s about the size of 5 rulers by 10 rulers. So, I can fit a bed.
My neighbor 101 waves to me as another guard searches her pod. In ten hours we are to copulate and I believe she is excited. Last time there was a long needle involved and neither of us bled much.
I think about going to the market and picking up some carbs to make dinner tonight. It’s three long hands away so it really could be farther. I could walk.
We are herded to the trash room. 10101 and I sit next to each other.
“They are changing the diets to xanax and palladium tomorrow.”
“Yes. I miss the rats.”
“Yes. The rats were good.”
We eat our butter.
Out in the playing field we each have ten ruler by one ruler bats we are to hit each other with. I chase 101 and hit her several times over the head. She bleeds and laughs and I think I saw her cum. I jump on her and lick her hair but the Scarecrow came out and we all stop.
It walks past 111 000 and all the rest up until it’s at us. Its face has more than one face and we are always baffled. It unzips its suit and we are engulfed.
Inside. 101 and I. She cries. The Dark comes up to us.
“Have you ever had Faygo?” It asked her.
It devours her.
“I smell your lies.”
It looks at me intently and smiles. It opens its mouth and clenches down on my chewy flesh.
I wake up.
There’s music bumping, and I am in the middle of a pit. I had forgotten that hallucinogenic experiences were always a side effect of an insane clown posse meetup.
They call me Joseph. We got a theory about magic. It comes and goes and follows all of us, miracles all around us. Oh, shit. The hallucinogen. I need more Faygo.
I reach into my gun holster and grab my last rasberry faygo. I swallow it whole, and I am back.
The darkness smiles.
I am alive.