anthropomorphic everything

I can't believe what the fence is telling me with just a look  

All lies  

But as it's ivy confesses

My arms feel strange. 

Six forearms spread out from my elbows

Three on each side.

I feel them.

Moving each indecently of the others

 Sixty fingers wiggle up at me.

There are these steel bars, rods, even, in my arms.  The surgery.  It must have been.  The men in all white.  I can remember this happening now. I see them doing it.  this.

I think the feeling might be pain: stabbing and true.

I have to sit down.

Happiness crumbles to the following despair.

K.

Ok.

Don't think about the pain.  Think about something else.  About how it isn’t real.  Mind over matter.

Go.

Go to your head and find that door at the end of the hall.

It's safe there, you know it.

I tell you.

itellu

I tell myself.

I’m calling from behind the door.

But it's bad also behind the door.

It can't always be closed.

Wait it out.

I wait.

The jungle: it grows around me. 

It pulsates. 

I ignore your cries for help.

The door rattles in its frame.

Wake up.