| Trapped ghost |
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| Fractured Story Telling | |||
| Written by Francis Scudellari | |||
| Friday, 06 February 2009 11:18 | |||
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Raised. On a mirrored slab inch by inch he glides, spins up, pulling against straps, un-willing what binds him, slow propels him toward thrice blinking, blurred halos, the whir of saw-tooth gears, uncanny steel fingers bent posed, purposeful: his many-armed surgeon... Cuts. His half-conscious mind knowing but not feeling the sting of numbed pink flesh; laser pin pricks tracing patterns, deep-stenciled shapes to draw from dead tissue a thick-brow, brown golem. Its emerged-eye stare fixed on a teat screened mother as she spills her static... Milk. Grabby-claw hands, take greedy-fang bites, feasting on pulsed bits beamed across an electric blue stream. This raw, imagined food real enough to entice its once bone-gripped belly to red-swell large, and fill a machine carved gap, where his trapped ghost is growing...
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