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So, my friend got a tattoo, and I don’t have the heart to tell her that it has a gramatical error in it. “one’s” shouldn’t have the apostrophe… permanent 

So, my friend got a tattoo, and I don’t have the heart to tell her that it has a gramatical error in it. “one’s” shouldn’t have the apostrophe… permanent 

Horror of the Limping Doctor

I know I do not have much time until I pass out from the blood loss. my vision is shifting and convulsing, and I feel the world slipping from beneath my feet. My hands grasp for the walls and I feel my heart begin to race. I stumble into a gurney and slip, I fall for what feels like forever and then I land on my back in a pile of old blood. I can smell the stench of decaying flesh and feel the irritated buzz and hiss of insects and vultures as they whisper in my ear. I feel a rush of cold air and then fingers on my back, hushed voices, and someone pulls me up and straps be down into a wheel chair. I do not see the hands that bind me, nor see the faces of those who try to calm me down, but I do feel their cold, gloved hands groping at my skin, their touch clinical and stricken, careful and concealing. I see bright lights flashing as I am wheeled down twisting hallways and worried calls. finally the spinning stops and they lay me into a bed, I can see the lips and teeth of my captors as they speak words but all I hear is screams. I try to move, to escape, to scream, to get away, but I am helpless under the inhuman strength and grip of those who seek to bring about my inevitable demise.

I hear a ticking, beeping, a chirp, a rattle, a distant roar, and hiss, and then something sharp is stabbed into my arm. I hear more voices, I sense alarm, panic, feigned control, I feel a sting in my chest then more screams, I feel my ears begin to melt and my eyes seem to bleed with boiling tears. People are grabbing at my arms and at last I hear an intelligible word: “water” Perhaps I imagined it, though I’m pretty sure it was me who said it. if I did, I should chastise myself for my inherent lack of creativity in wasting the last breath that passed my lips to utter such an insignificant word, but I said it, and i had not the strength to protest, as I felt the tearing sensation of my soul or whatever it was leaving me, and i felt it fighting, fighting to stay, and it held fast, digging in it’s heels and tightening it’s grip to the point that I felt my very being begin to shake and cough and slip…

Then suddenly my eyes were flung open like drapes, and sunlight poured in uninvited but welcomed, and I felt my soul loosen its grip and curl up and settle down like a orphan puppy who just found a home…