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.
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.”