The Street and Its Kind: Chapter 1: Dark

Its really dark,

Impossible to see..

pitch as the soot in the fireplace,

i put my hands out in front of me.

I feel a cold rod,

it seems to be in my chair..

but then again i didnt know where i was..

I woke up and i was there.

My eyes pained as i strained to try..

to see what in front of me..

but they only pained and it remained dark..

i was frightened and i was hungry.

A man came into the room..

and held me by the hand..

how could he see i thought to myself..

I resisted, but he jerked my hand.

Here he is.. finally awake..

The sleep medicine and pain killers wore off..

I dont think hes in pain..

also i dont think he knows whats wrong.

I put my fingers on my face..

and i shrank back in horror..

I had no eyes.. they seemed sealed shut..

i tried to scream but my voice had no fervor.

He can beg.. put him on the street..

at the signal, with the madam..

Give him the stick he'll need it now..

We dont want him to end up dead.

Now listen up you.. straight and good,

put out your hand just like this..

dont fight it boy.. you dont have a choice.

and act like you have a lisp.

The pain had started, i began to cry..

No tears could roll down my eyes..

Last time it was only my legs..

This time i just wished to die..