La Mer --Jennifer

I don’t know what year it is, what time it is, where I am. All I know is the dark blue hue let in through the windows. I’m always SO hungry now. I haven’t been able to move the mess of skin and teeth under my nose for months now, let alone find proper food to eat. I remember the party I was at before the war broke out and how my life was but now all thoughts are drowned out by my insatiable itch for Adam, the good stuff, my bread and butter. Lucky for me, I don’t have to use my mouth to get it in me. Ain’t nothin better than the feeling of a rusty needle in my arm, satisfying my need. Its funny when my veins glow red. I carry cast iron hooks in my hands, in case a Big One shows up. My size don’t compare to his but I’ve got an itch. I wander the empty promenade looking for one of those little runts in a dress. The floor creaks beneath me and the walls drip from the leaks. I’m SO hungry. Better to find one without a Daddy. Makes it easier for me take her out and take my Adam. I’m spliced up to the point where I can disappear and reappear at a moment’s notice. Saved me a couple times from the Big Ones. I hear one moan in the distance, but no red for me so I keep walkin’. Walkin’ for weeks, my feet are probably bleeding but I’m so numb all over. I got into a couple brawls here and there, I think I even lost a hand but I just stuck a hook into the raw bone. God, I am so hungry. The city is lost by the sea and so is any sense of reality. SO hungry. Wait. What’s that? I hear her sweet voice calling out to me and smell the good stuff. I hear her Daddy but I just want one hit. I appear behind her and slash her back, staining her dress red, and I keep slashing ‘til I hear her Daddy’s footsteps. I run away ‘til I stop hearing his stompin’. I missed the goddamn Adam. All that work for nothin’. That’s what hurts bad. The itch is more painful than I’ve ever felt. I don’t even notice when I look down and see the Daddy’s drill through me, makin’ a mess of my guts.