I fill the cracks with silver alien-like viscous thick crystal slow sticky sweet liquid words. I can feel it take the shape of my body; I focus on my hands and open my palms to this voiceless entity. We are one and my brain is melting, I can feel that in my hands too. It’s not under my skin because I have no skin, I need no skin, I need no body I need no structure I need no me because my mind can take it in. I can take it in now. It is inside and it’s just me.
I stand in front of a half-silvered mirror and there is no reflection if not of my black blood shimmering through my transparent epidermis. I can take it in now. I push the mirror forward and it shifts slightly, something is different, I know they’re watching from the other side; they filled up the cracks, they smoothed out my pores, and they’re waiting. The mirror is horizontal, still, calling me, each particle of my body buzzing and vibrating to this magnetic presence.
I lie on top and I am paralysed now. It’s like a centrifugal force but everything is static. I can feel the blood between my legs, it’s alive, making its way down, hot, leisurely reaching for the double sided mirror and it’s like my organs are being pulled out but I know I have no internal organs. I am not me. I’m pulsing against the cosmic background. I am everything. They are watching with their eyes closed because they are me and I am burning. I can’t move. I can’t cum. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to cum, I just hope my blood will solidify and break me open.
Feel the cracks, there is more of me in them, and if the void could speak it would talk liquid and smell like me when I know they’re in control.
If it could talk it would be human.
