Pelican Bay state prison. The only supermax in California. This is where the "worst of the worst" from the state reside. Four in ten of all inmates housed are serving a life sentence. Separated into the general population and the SHU (Special Housing Units) 275 acres of concrete, barbed wire, and polished rifles is home for the 3,000 inmates held within. Windowless by design, 8-by-10-foot cells made of smooth, poured concrete with perforated fronts and doors are all these inmates are given. Fluorescent lights within those cells the only control they have left. SHU inmates are confined to their cells 22 hours a day. The only scenery is the concrete wall spied through the door. Here be men turned to monsters.
Quickly tearing into the flesh, nerves throbbed in heated debate to the invasion of teeth upon my fingers crunch. The pain was intense as the feeling of knuckles splintering and bone breaking echoed through my mind, a cacophony of symbols in my ears. Next was the palm; moist steaming blood dribbling out as the first bite forced an ecstatic moan from clenched teeth. Three more bites of the quivering flesh brought me to the *ulna. Alarms started to blare and I knew time was running out. Not able to properly enjoy the delicate, moist, morsels of flesh, I forced them down my gullet nearly retching. My desiccated stomach now taut, a burp resounded while the crimson liqueur started to pulse and flow.
Feeling the syncopation between the blood frolicking down my arm with the waning of my heart's misguided strivance towards survival I wondered in fascination of how such an organ central to my very being could be used to such an end.
Hallucinations followed, the stream of blood morphing into faeries dancing across the concrete cell, the walls once so smooth; now nothing but a monument to the love I held for it. Strewn with memories recorded in defecation framing debaucherous escapades into an obelisk that entrapped the very existence of passions brought to madness.
The essence burned into that once smooth wall as the light dimmed and my perception muddied.
The faeries beat a rhythm with my heart as they followed one another. Their dainty translucent feet contorting into hooves of cinder, firm thighs became imprinted with howling faces flickering in jubilation and despair. Their faces started to melt, once seductive eyes now empty sockets with bony horns growing out to attach on their painfully bright skulls. They played upon my heartstrings as if a violin and their bony claws held hellfire interspersed between, a luxurious crimson bow severing each chord, the faeries faces expressing savage glee. My rattling breath became a hymn for this dirge that shook the cell and my soul.
All good things must end with the curtain on this dance of death closing rapidly.
The faeries giggled and I smiled as they bowed in worship to their dying God.