Hell’s Rave
by Catherine Bader
Where the hell am I? So sick. Fever, cough, chills, sores, aches.
Rave party – smelly barn – ugly old man DJ. Stupid girlfriend and her ideas.
Not my bed. Naked – totally soaked. I struggle to the window.
Bodies all over the friggin’ place – their skin and hair falling off in layers. I see my reflection in the window pane, turn and fall flat on my face.
Cannot move.
I see the tips of shoes walk up to my obviously rotting body.
“Well, this one is almost ready. Let’s pull her out and see what the crowd does now.”
Catherine Bader
