Moxyland

Tendeka

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Not so bad, not so bad. Had food poisoning once. Worse. Like someone twisted my guts round a fork. Like spaghetti. Can’t open my eyes. Too bright. Light hurts. Climbing into my head. Breath is liquid. Can’t find my pump. Where’s my fucking pump? But it’s casting already. If I could open my fucking eyes. If. I could see the fucking adboards, hundreds of them. All fucking casting already. Casting us dying. Capturing our death. Captive audience. Me and Toby, of all people. Everything clenches. Jesus fucking motherfucking Christ! Every muscle. Squeezing. Doing damage inside. I can feel it. My muscles spasming. Too fucking tight. Too. Christ. Toby, I’ve changed my mind. Toby. FUCK! I’ve changed my mind. I want… Toby’s wrist is glowing green. Try to grab it. Show him. Tell him, cos I’ve figured it. What was I—? The cast. The cast. The fucking cast. No one will be able to ignore or suppress it. Going out. Not this. Not anymore. FUCK! I have to chill, I have to relax. I have to fucking relax. Fuck fucking fuck. I have to relax. The spasms in waves now. Clench. Un. Clench. Something rips free inside me. Mouth full of molten copper. I can taste the light. Force my eyes open. The city is shimmering. Red and blue and green, like Christmas. Like skyward* said. Worth it. It’s okay. Ash’s gonna be so proud.