i crawl out of the hole left by the doctor unsupervised
the stench is absolutely delightful - it’s summertime and the citrus trees are blooming nearby
once above the hill i can see everything perfectly laid out in cubicles controlled by the doctor
i observe the grey and ponder banality
a refusal is in order, and it begins today
but first - we must find the doctor to kill in cold blood - this will be celebrated by cubicle city
behind the hill i pace to an abandoned needle factory, the location providing a warm familiarity that comforts the cobras and snakes that live there
static picks up and a radio shines its green light: “cherri, is that you?”
i must leave i must leave right now
outside it still smells of citrus so i squeeze an orange as perfume
and start running towards the doctors lair
yes he still must die
yes i still need to show the world what i’ve become