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An egg

A womb, life giving

So perfect is she, so sudden the relief

That I am overwhelmed 

Coolness quenches the wretched heat behind my eyes 

My treacherous stomach, quelled 

My eyes are open

A flash of light, of memory 

An inferno

Spiralling skyward it rose and so up we marched

Seven levels, each more depraved 

As a lupine voice whispered in my ear every desire of my craven heart 

The yoke melts like jam on my tongue 

Transcendent the union of dry and wet, soft and hard 

Like buttered toast but with better macros 

My limbs stir 

Thank you

My voices grates

Like I had spent the night screaming, howling

In fear? 

My memory is fogged and I turn to move but the body is weak

Poisoned. I have been drugged.

Their bitter oils linger in my throat and coat my furry teeth 

How could this have happened?

This was not the plan 

A quick flying visit. A restful bath. a healing broth.

Paranoia finds me 

He has found me

The Yowie

Long have you hunted me, long have I eluded you 

until at last you have found me

In a far off land 

In the fine company of friends

While my guard was lowered

You struck. 

Swiftly, and without warning 

It was all I could do to manage 

It was all I could take 

It was all I could drink 

Razoring through my tinnitus like a saw, I can hear you still:

MORE! 

ANOTHER!

GO ON HAVE ONE MORE HIGHBALL!

I fell into nothingness, and drunkedness took me 

Sharp Inhale

Ice water runs down the bridge of my nose 

I look up through my dripping brow

He stairs back at me, through his

The Yowie

There can be no mistaking him. The villain. 

He who held me down and poisoned me against my will. Made me scream till my voice ran bare. Made me dance and perform like a court jester.

He cannot keep getting away with this.

But as I stare pity overwhelms me, he looks as fatigued and world weary as I – and even flatter if thats possible

“I’m sorry,” we both say in unison, and I bow my head.

* * *

I step outside. The air is crisp, as if the giant lizard who owns this city has left the air con on the ‘dehumidifier’ setting for the perfect amount of time. 

I cross the street. My legs grow in strength and vigour with each stride. 

My head rides higher with each breath of life, my shoulders back. 

The doors part as I enter and the bells toll for me. I let them. 

An egg

A womb, life giving

So rich, yet so affordable 

And a little chicken cutlet 

And maybe a bath 

And I have been reborn