followed you.

a vampire scratched a map into my right cheekbone.
so i followed it.

found the solid ground in the middle of the swamp.
trees gnarled, and leafless, growing out of the bog.
i keep sinking into mud lakes and burrows.

but im hearing this strange song through the fog.
its about cactus. and strange sunsets.
i see blue lights flashing...warnings ahead of my trail
there is a eeire noise...

i am conscience. my eyes are burning, and covered and i can taste iron
on my lips.
my forehead aches and pulses.
i feel metal tight and lodged in my wrists and back.
my legs are bound and my arms go numb from the pressure.

im wet, there is no warmth. there is dirt beneathe me. i can feel it on
my feet and ass. scents of sex. and bottles clinking.
my face is smacked with a large hand. i can feel its is thick and
calloused.

dragged to a table..blindfolded still. im given intravenous solutions.
it feels comforting and hot, my blood rushes to my face, limbs and
other extremeties. i lull myself with the sweet music i hear coming
from the earthen walls, i presume. i see the blue lights again.

i look down and see delicate holes are carved out of my torso.
they are filled with blood, white mucus and urine that seems to be
covering me all over. bones are revealed, my heart pulses heavy.
i dont writhe from this. i glare at the blue lights.

a mirror is held up to my face.
my head hits the wooden table and no pain but the pressure swells
around my brain
i cant read the writting on my brow.
my eyes are still burning..and blood pulses out of the wounds.

i can see nails on the edge holding the mirror up.
they are grey. and sitting inside puffed up white flesh.

Read it. he demands.

beautiful. i respond.