ENTER A WORD, E.G. "EATINGPIEWHILESUFFERINGACONCUSSION" by NOOKS KRANNIE
next day was the exam. ku was handing out ink symbols on pieces of his skin till his palm was akin to a bus terminal, raw snow and badger intestines dripped on aki’s carpet. you want us to feel bad, don’t you? aki was whispering, sitting on her boyfriend’s parents’ old sofa. i couldn’t move, mostly i didn’t want to. i felt as long as i stayed in one place and reduced the amount of breaths i took, they wouldn’t notice me. i looked at aki’s body, tense and clenching the dead sofa under her knees, i glanced at her side and at the obvious empty space where her hand would’ve been. jagged cuts were embossed on the outer layer of her wrist, the lines had long been dried up and were running into each other before the barrenness engulfed and turned and twisted each vein into a medical etching. The sculpting was unremarkable.
ku held his cellphone in one hand while the other made squishing sounds, flesh scrambling. drip, drip. i thought i’d it made. why else.. why else would they call? i stood up, my face was feeling the paint chips i had swallowed earlier. as i moved, the veneers covering an assembly of cheap corkscrews split, i heard it for minutes in my ears before the twist under my feet reached my brain. bones poking through, the anguish was believable only because i was there. i strained my eyes to see if the consistency of my blood was indifferent to ku’s.
exfoliation once a week for your face. birthday congrats cake for hurrah friends silver parking lots empty hurrah you passed a third interview for a low minimum wage shit be grateful your mother’s not dying teach me a lesson i’m disregarding paraphernalia criterion collects my soul bicycle is my only soul it never barks and oils up nice.
come up, this is my friend aki.
aki succeeds so her friends don’t have to.
i have a secret twitter account. chum, chum. tasting dead plants on cutlery. i have secret friends i will say names to prove my worthiness.
ku is my friend. his hair is middle parted.
my feet has no bones. trunks apart. i’m mellow.