Lights trapped inside of cold metal dance to the beat of your pulse. Faceless white shrouds march in and out of this sterile cell, poking and prodding at you, nodding and scribbling too. I squeeze my eyelids tightly together until dizzy from the pressure, an attempt to forget what is now. Second Prize Blackout by Kathleen McNulty Darkness penetrates the city pumping poison through its veins, screeching through alleyways siphoning Innocence.
Primitive behaviors emerge.
Cockroaches from the cracks of society intoxicated by self-indulgence, ravage the integrity of authority, deface the illusion of civilization, conforming only to selfish Desires, groping them, displaying them as trophies stumble through the streets wreaking the stench of chaos. Unrepentant, they plunder their minds. Still, Consequence is suspended. Dawn hangs over Innocence which lies prostrate. A lingering pilferer slowly straddling her, prospecting a sobering remedy, tasting the blood of a virgin.