i had become accustomed to breathing into tiny wee patterns of comfort & mincing my steps to and fro within the confines of a bellicose househould until parts of me went missing and i looked through a chipped monocle under couches, in dog eared book spines and in his bleeding ear but could not find that what i had lost but alas, so it is and as there is so much beauty in the world, i will be going out now to gaze upon it.

i sealed myself into a black box with walls coated in pungent fluids from the diligently dismal musings of a man with no eyes. from within this vault, the days flew into one undistinguishable hypnagogic blackmare wherein children with scorpions in their shoes and dwarves with enormous erections bulging from cheap nylon tracksuits sought to touch my chest endlessly.

from outside this vault, the man with no eyes listened attentively as my sex withered up and my hands became inverted as to offer no defense from his capricious poking in and out of my black box with his ludicrously oversized scalpel.