I had dreams once, and hopes. They were eaten by a pack of marauding men in pin striped suits selling insurance and bits of metal and plastic; hopped up on bags of powdered greed to fire lusts and passions dead souls lack, snorted through dead children's fingers. They found me and laughed as I screamed for them to stop.
The bridge I was left on - cold, alone and naked - lined with intravenous needle nosed beetles that stabbed at me as I passed, self loathing dripping from hollow tips to burn black marks on my skin; too many legs grabbing at me, desperate to pull me close. Thicker needles under soft bellies lunge at my torso, throbbing as they seek to impregnate me, little eggs laid in the cavities of my body to hatch as I shop, devouring me from within.
I can't see the ends of my prison, the manic insects that cluster around me suffocating. To thick I can no longer move and to either side nests with neon fronting and signs declaring SALE: WE'LL TRADE YOU CONSUMABLES FOR YOUR HAPPINESS. There's no way off, I hear motor cycle hums as wings whip me and the laughter of the suits is back, this time with baseball bats.
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