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no novocaine, no experience the nurse on break tells me to "wait right there." the big lights above the pleather chair my pale skin illuminated and glowing under rays of white white light - and I'm tied down like a banded submissive to a blacker than black chair it's only me and invisible monsters in a game of cat mouse tick tock tick tock sweating, I realize I must move there's no other option for this lab rat I feel like All I've ever been, is here - sprawled out in the open hand choked of blood and oxygen I cannot take this    I cannot take this! Something in my mind turns off Something in my mind turns on I chew the soft parts away easiest it slides in my mouth my teeth are cold and wet now Chattering and lurching sounds come from my mouth & teeth as the splinters of bone crackle away in my bite. It took either a minute or a day But it was over. And so, I left it there tied to that black chair. I opened the glass-paneled door with an exit 'bing', and I was happy I never met the Doctor.
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Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 1:52 PM UTC
Chewing Through My Arm
no novocaine, no experience the nurse on break tells me to "wait right there." the big lights above the pleather chair my pale skin illuminated and glowing under rays of white white light - and I'm tied down like a banded submissive to a blacker than black chair it's only me and invisible monsters in a game of cat mouse tick tock tick tock sweating, I realize I must move there's no other option for this lab rat I feel like All I've ever been, is here - sprawled out in the open hand choked of blood and oxygen I cannot take this    I cannot take this! Something in my mind turns off Something in my mind turns on I chew the soft parts away easiest it slides in my mouth my teeth are cold and wet now Chattering and lurching sounds come from my mouth & teeth as the splinters of bone crackle away in my bite. It took either a minute or a day But it was over. And so, I left it there tied to that black chair. I opened the glass-paneled door with an exit 'bing', and I was happy I never met the Doctor.
I'm being purposely deceitful~ wrote in the dead of night a few years ago. forgot all about it
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Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 1:52 PM UTC
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